Heh, so are the Williamsburg comments: Drag strip for cat 6 racing; Springtime brings erratic first timers; Don't salmon on 4th st to get to bridge (I see it every day).mugwump said:I wonder if the map could help move things. for example, pointing out how police precincts on bike paths routinely have parked cars blocking the paths. or pointing out where there's lots of speeding.Jules said:Brooklyn Bridge comments spot on...
What is really surprising is that there is really no mention of doping in these records. Beautiful piece though. Love the format.Jeff Owens said:
There's a quick mention of Indurain being in the EPO era. But no specific tie to him. Nor to Moser's blood-boosting for the record.Jules said:What is really surprising is that there is really no mention of doping in these records. Beautiful piece though. Love the format.Jeff Owens said:
"I'm afraid of speed. It's a phobia." Damn indeed.Jules said:
the same thought crossed my mind - but it does stand to reason...i mean he really excels at going fast uphill, which, well, ain't that fast.Brendan Rigby said:that article seems like it's from the onion. "professional racer fears speed"
Last year, it seemed apparent that OPQ was rebuilding the High Road machine. I'm guessing Eisel is next.Jules said:They're getting the band back together!
@Jeffrey White
Good article that touched on the tip of a very big iceberg it seems. Also, while perhaps a bit dramatic, I think it has one of the bertter descriptions of what it's probably like on a climb for the top competitors in the Tour:
Basketball is hotly competitive, and physical, but cycling fast up mountains is more accurately called cruel. To win, Quintana attaches himself to his rival’s wheel and matches his pace. As the road steepens, he slowly, inexorably, increases the pace, until his opponent feels like his legs are made of flaming straw and his lungs seem to have stopped working. Until he’s essentially suffocating. Last week, Quintana did this while leading the 200-rider field in the race up a steep Pyrenean mountain. On the fifth of five climbs, more than 100 miles into the race, in mid-summer, his opponents looking like they were about to pass out from either lack of oxygen or muscle pain, Quintana looked to his team captain, the veteran Alejandro Valverde, and with Valverde’s assent pushed the pedals just fractions of a percentage faster. A dozen world-class athletes surrounding him all seemed to swallow their tongues. A few wobbled slightly, and nearly fell over. Quintana danced a few yards forward, and no one followed. Then he eased a few yards back. Everyone looked relieved. Then he danced back out in front. He was taunting everyone, burning their legs to cinders on Valverde’s behalf. Torture is only slightly too strong a term for it, and that only because the other riders, in theory, could have always just stopped riding. It was like watching Game of Thrones.
Exactly. You agree to BUY the bike, then show-up for the meeting with the po-po in tow.Jeffrey White said:He tipped the crook off that it was his stolen bike. Not too smart. That bike is gone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzOHq5WbQ8k