Archive | September, 2013

Koblet in all his Cyclist Magesty

La Vie Velominatus: The Choice

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The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me. – Oscar Wilde I have a theory that every living being is designed to cope with a certain level of stress…

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Velominati Super Prestige: Men’s Elite Road Race 2013

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The world championship road race stands out among all other one-day races as the one where the winner is awarded both a curse and a jersey to carry for the next 12 months. It also inspires way too many riders to wear white bibs, which is an alarming trend in itself and one which I…

The Azzura previews the course.

Velominati Super Prestige: Women’s Elite Road Race 2013

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Where: Montecatini Terme to Firenze, Italy When: September 28 How: 140 km including 5 climbing laps in Firenze. It will most likely be gruppo compatto all the way to Firenze. The bombs start going off on the first of five climbing circuits. The strongest will stay near the front, with each circuit the pretenders will fall…

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Full Circle: The ‘Evolution’ of Mountain Biking

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Think back to the early days of mountain biking. A bunch of friends, getting to the top of the hill any way they could, not needing to ride up at any great pace, saving themselves for the real buzz, the ride back down. It didn’t matter who got tot the top first, as long as…

Cable organization perfection: resistance is futile..

La Vie Velominatus: Cable Obsession

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I’m fluent in three languages: Dutch, English, and Hyperbole. The third is an acquired talent developed by creative and narcissistic tendencies; the narcissism feeds a belief that normal words can’t properly describe the magnitude of my experiences, and the creativity struggles to cope with restrictive paradigms like “facts” and “reality”. I have also been diagnosed…

Kristin Armstrong en route to the Olympic Gold in the women's ITT.

Velominati Super Prestige: Elite Women’s World Championship ITT 2013

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There is something about a time trial that lets you go spelunking in undiscovered caverns of The Cave. Contort your body into the sleekest position you can, make the bike as uncomfortable as possible, and then rev your cardiovascular system up to the anaerobic threshold for as long as possible. Its food for legend. Being…

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Theatres Of Dreams

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The home ground of Manchester United Football Club, Old Trafford, is colloquially known around the world as the Theatre of Dreams. It holds a revered place in the hearts of the club’s supporters, and even those of other teams; it’s an icon of football, and sport in general. Millions have gone there to watch their…

It could be worse.

Dogs I Have Known

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Flies and dogs, two things that we don’t need on a climb. I had descended down this street many times, but I had never before ridden up it. I even said hello to the two excited pitbulls on the other side of the driveway gate. I like dogs. I like them until one of them…

The switchbacks of Luz Ardiden

Allez la Douze: Dropping Flies

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An ancient Velominati legend states that when the The Prophet created the common fly, he gave it a maximum air speed of exactly 12 kilometers per hour. When he created the common Cyclist, on the other hand, he gave us a maximum climbing speed of 11.9 kilometers per hour. The worst flies on the planet…

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Anatomy Of A Photo: Ferdi Brings The Truth

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They don’t call it the race of truth for nothing, and Ferdi ain’t no liar. There’s no hiding when your specialist chrono machine is also your specialist road racing machine, and aero headwear is achieved through flipping your leather cap around to face the Jeep loaded with drunk French truffle hunters that’s been tailing you for…

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Book Review: Domestique by Charly Wegelius

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Who is Charly Wegelius? His name would float to the surface in races usually when the road went up. The Phil and Paul show never seemed to go further than, ‘and there goes Charly Wegelius’. In the pre-Sky days, there were not that many English racers in the Giro yet he seemed shunned by the…

Rober Millar goes deep into the Pain Cave.

The Cave

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No words survive here, only echoes. Echoes of our hopes, of our plans, of our failures. What we thought we might do when we came here is little more than a shadow; it flickers on the walls for a moment and when we turn to look, it is gone. Doubts swell up and bounce off…

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Cogal Report: Bay Area Cogal 2013

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Sometime this spring I got an email from @xyverz suggesting a second annual bay area cogal, along with some route suggestions.  Before long, plans coalesced around a ride starting near Palo Alto, going over the mountains, down the coast to Santa Cruz, and back over a bigger part of the mountains to Los Gatos and…

1993 Bridgestone RB-1

Guest Article: The Prodigal RB-1

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Pineapple Bob? @cyclops goes deep with this reference. Pineapple Bob was a mystical figure in American cycling. He was not known as a racer, more a California bike guru of unknown qualifications and ethnic origins. Bridgestone was a unique brand also of unknown ethnic origins, at least to me. It was not European, it didn’t sound…

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Jan VS Lars

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It’s funny what goes through your head at 3am when you’re woken by a cat. Especially if that cat’s name is Lars, and he was named after the Metallica drummer (not by me, he’s my VMH’s cat). I prefer to call him Jan though, as Jan has always been my favourite Ullrich. So last night Lars…

The dangers of living with a VMH.

The Entanglements of Rule #12

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It is so deeply entangled at this point, I can no longer tell the threads from one another. The strands once ran cleanly from one bicycle to the next, linking a discrete sequence of events, considerations, wants, and desires. But then, 15 years ago, a strong force entered my life and I was forced to…