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How much do you think she wrote and how much did Jason Gay edit?Dan Reiners said:Mara Abbott writing about her epic and heartbreaking ride to one step off the podium
http://www.wsj.com/articles/mara-abbott-my-ride-in-rio-1471629428
This should probably be printed on the back of every racing license to remind us that victory isn't the only measure of what it means to be a bike racer:
For the final race of a career, creating a performance that was truly your best. In which you were tactically exactly where you needed to be at every juncture. Where you overcame your errors of the past and superseded the weaknesses others ascribed to you. Where you took the layer upon imperceptible layer of learning acquired over a decade of wins and losses and embodied all the lessons. Those sorts of race days might be even rarer than pure victories.
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/31/health/how-to-ride-downhill-on-a-bicycle.html?smid=fb-share&_r=0#permid=19661113Dan Reiners said:Eloy, I can't wait to read the comments about the bad behavior of CitiBike riders and random anecdotes that are extrapolated to all situations (e.g. I once rode really fast downhill, and I consider it very risky on a bicycle therefore you should not every do anything remotely like it or you WILL DIE).
Check the brake cables as well as the pads. About 30 years ago I toured Switzerland and rode down from a few passes with downhill runs of up to 10 miles on winding, unguarded roads. When I got home a friend squeezed the rear brake lever and the cable shredded.
Dan, ask and you shall receive. Tom from Baltimore never rides downhill. Because everyone who rides down hills faster than a snail immediately becomes a dead 50 year old recreational bicyclist. And Tom likes to live thank you very muchDan Reiners said:Eloy, I can't wait to read the comments about the bad behavior of CitiBike riders and random anecdotes that are extrapolated to all situations (e.g. I once rode really fast downhill, and I consider it very risky on a bicycle therefore you should not every do anything remotely like it or you WILL DIE).
If you don't want to risk killing yourself as a 50 year old man and recreational bicyclist, I have better advice - snail your way down steep hills or avoid them altogether.
... "NR: For me, that's the number one fight the UCI have to pick up on."
"Are you clean?" I asked Roche in Monaco last year.
"Yes," he replied.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I'm a rider who has never taken anything that is illegitimate or can be sanctioned in the sport."
"You have not used products that are on the WADA list?"
"Never."
"And that's your definition of clean?"
"Yeah."
Clean was clearer when I was a boy. My father, Christy, was a famous racer and I remember sifting through the pockets of his sweat-stained jerseys and finding not caffeine or tramadol or salbutamol inhalers but sugar lumps and raisins. Cold tea in your bottle was good, or lemon and water mixed with honey.
And from my debut as a 10-year-old to the Los Angeles Olympic Games, I raced on dextrosol tablets, marzipan, my mother's apple tart, Mister Kipling pies and Kendal mint cake.
A month after the Olympics, in the autumn of '84, I returned to my club in Paris and travelled out one morning to watch the start of Paris-Brussels. Seán Kelly was flying that year and after a brief meeting at his team car, I withdrew to a space by the side of the road and waited for the peloton to roll to the start.
It was typical of Kelly not to have inspected his tyres and as he came towards me he started bouncing up and down on the saddle to check for give. And as he bounced I heard a sound from his jersey pocket that was totally alien and at first made no sense to me.
Is that…?
No. It couldn't be.
It is!
It couldn't be.
It is!
The rattle of pills!
He finished third that afternoon and tested positive.
A year later, I turned pro and saw things I could not fathom and would never have imagined. In July of '86, on the stage to Alp d'Heuz during my first Tour de France, I reached into my pocket for a caffeine tablet. The dosage was minimal; I wasn't breaking any rules but knew I was crossing the line.
Pills were dirty.
It got better. We started taking caffeine in suppositories. Oh boy, that was fun! Believe me, you haven't lived until you've shoved a bullet up your hole at 30-miles-an-hour and realised a moment later that you've used the same hand to feed yourself.
So I smile when I hear about rugby and football players routinely popping pills and taking cortisone and professing to be clean. And I smile when I hear about tennis players with heart problems and runners with dodgy thyroids and cyclists with chest infections winning on TUEs (therapeutic use exemptions). And I smile when I hear managers complaining about dope controls and rowers who should know better protesting: "What is dirty? Where do you draw the line?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9TKkvX1q24