Anatomy of a Photo: Casually Deliberate Masterclass

Anatomy of a Photo: Casually Deliberate Masterclass

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I’d need a thousand just to describe the carefully disheveled cap placement. I’d need another grand just to describe the positioning of the cranks or front skewer or downtube shifters. I’d be another mille mot in the hole to discuss the fit of the jersey or the white socks and black shoes.

All those words and still I wouldn’t have touched the way he’s holding his bike with his forearm. This is the Casually Deliberate masterclass. Full stop.

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  1. For some reason, the past week has gotten me down. It’s partly the weather in the UK, partly a horrendous sore throat which made it difficult to swallow and which only disappeared today, partly some minor failings and stupidities of my fellow human beings coming to light all at once, both amongst my great friends and occasional acquaintances. I haven’t been on the bike for a whole 10 days. My illness has gone, but I’m feeling low. Out of sync. Troubled. Listless.

    But tomorrow morning, when others go to church, I’m going for my ride. In the soft cold light and hushed chill of a November morning, I’m going to work all the knots out of myself. I will set a goal and achieve it. I will return to breakfast, as the city rises from sleep, a victor, and all will be well again.

    Vincit qui se vincit.

  2. @Winelli

    For some reason, the past week has gotten me down. It’s partly the weather in the UK, partly a horrendous sore throat which made it difficult to swallow and which only disappeared today, partly some minor failings and stupidities of my fellow human beings coming to light all at once, both amongst my great friends and occasional acquaintances. I haven’t been on the bike for a whole 10 days. My illness has gone, but I’m feeling low. Out of sync. Troubled. Listless.

    But tomorrow morning, when others go to church, I’m going for my ride. In the soft cold light and hushed chill of a November morning, I’m going to work all the knots out of myself. I will set a goal and achieve it. I will return to breakfast, as the city rises from sleep, a victor, and all will be well again.

    Vincit qui se vincit.

    Illegitimi non carborundum

  3. Cog-ito; ergo sum.

  4. @Nate

    Taking the piss out of Casually Deliberate

    I hate to tug on Superman’s cape but a wrist watch?  I would have thought with the competition receding in his wake that time would be of little importance.

  5. Also in The Rules Photo.  Was this his signature?

  6. Ahaa!  When he set The Record the watch is gone (but a sharp tan line remained!)

  7. Yikes!  He looks fast!!!

  8. @The Pressure

    He often wore a wristwatch while racing.  It was probably actually useful in the days before cyclocomputers.  And remember, Wim van Est was wearing his Pontiac wristwatch when he fell in the ravine.

  9. @Nate

    @The Pressure

    He often wore a wristwatch while racing. It was probably actually useful in the days before cyclocomputers. And remember, Wim van Est was wearing his Pontiac wristwatch when he fell in the ravine.

    Thanks. van Est put the “V” in “V”!  70 m fall,chain of tyres.  I thought it was Timex that “Took a Licking and keeps on ticking”!

  10. @Nate

    Taking the piss out of Casually Deliberate

    The gloves! The jerseys! The bikes!

    Is that bar tape just plain cloth? Or was some thin cork stuff around in the mid-70s? Looks a bit thicker than just cloth.

    And jeez, Merckx sure as hell does know how to sport the cap. It always looks perfect!

  11. No matter how many times I see it I’m still floored by how damn cool Roger dV and Merckx are when they arrive for Paris-Roubaix at the start of “A Sunday in Hell.” It’s awesome that both show up in sedans and help unload their own bikes. Who needs a big ol’ team bus? Give me a goddamn Volvo and a denim suit!

  12. @Winelli

    For some reason, the past week has gotten me down. It’s partly the weather in the UK, partly a horrendous sore throat which made it difficult to swallow and which only disappeared today, partly some minor failings and stupidities of my fellow human beings coming to light all at once, both amongst my great friends and occasional acquaintances. I haven’t been on the bike for a whole 10 days. My illness has gone, but I’m feeling low. Out of sync. Troubled. Listless.

    But tomorrow morning, when others go to church, I’m going for my ride. In the soft cold light and hushed chill of a November morning, I’m going to work all the knots out of myself. I will set a goal and achieve it. I will return to breakfast, as the city rises from sleep, a victor, and all will be well again.

    Vincit qui se vincit.

    I’m feelin’ ya. Can’t remember my last long road ride. Been forcing myself to do work & focus on other things, which I’ve needed to do for awhile. Have managed to fit in one hour cross rides most weekdays, but they’re just not the same as long road rides. Also went down last week and skinned and bashed my knee, elbow and hip. Plus, moved into a new house and NONE of my “friends” could be bothered to help. Left me and the VMH to move dressers, beds, etc. Definitely has me wondering how such “friends” could be so clueless and useless, especially when I do fuckloads of favors all the time. Bastards.

    Yesterday took out the #1 in sun, blue skies, and around 26*. Splendid. Got in around 80 kms and was totally dragging for the last 15 or so. “What is going on?” I thought, since I normally can just crank ‘em out. Well, I have been riding much, I’ve been moving, I haven’t been sleeping enough, I have a stiff and swollen left knee and a slowly healing sprained right ankle. Homestretch was not easy but I tried to remember that time on the bike is always better than time off the bike.

    Ten days is a long darn time but, I’m always amazed at how quickly the passion and love return when you can fit in just one good ride. Hope you did so this weekend! And, I too LOVE that I go to my own special “church” on Sunday mornings as the rest of the folks go to theirs.

  13. BRR’s finest work:

  14. Here Zoetemelk conducts an in-depth study on losing the race before it starts. Joop in loafers and with disheveled hair, Merckx basically looking like Elvis Presley in Cycling Kit.

    And, in case its not clear, Elvis was a closer.

  15. Frank – maybe you should burn those adidas sandals and get some Joop Loafers to wear before & after rides…You might be less of a hard time ’round here! Or, possibly more.

  16. @Nate

    Taking the piss out of Casually Deliberate

    Love this, god knows what they’re saying but you sure as hell know Eddy is saying “have a good feel boys because that is the closest you’ll ever get to it”

  17. I believe it is a combo of off center hat,

    sideburns and of course: SPONGE!

  18. Gents, today is a day off the bike for me. after the Remembrance Day ceremony at the town cenotaph, the family had lunch and a few beers at the Legion (VFW for Americans) with a couple of the old boys. Shaun, a fellow A’stan vet and Gary, a former Commando thatlast served in Croatia – still has the shrapnel in his body from it; and families.

    I raise my bottle today for Remembrance Day/Veterans’ Day.

    VLVV

  19. @frank

    Here Zoetemelk conducts an in-depth study on losing the race before it starts. Joop in loafers and with disheveled hair, Merckx basically looking like Elvis Presley in Cycling Kit.

    And, in case its not clear, Elvis was a closer.

    Eddy: “Joop, just to even things up a bit, you bring your road machine.  I’ll ride a track bike.”

  20. @The Pressure

    @Nate

    Taking the piss out of Casually Deliberate

    I hate to tug on Superman’s cape but a wrist watch? I would have thought with the competition receding in his wake that time would be of little importance.

    Faboo rocks a watch.

  21. @DerHoggz

    @The Pressure

    @Nate

    Taking the piss out of Casually Deliberate

    I hate to tug on Superman’s cape but a wrist watch? I would have thought with the competition receding in his wake that time would be of little importance.

    Faboo rocks a watch.

    Here’s a pic from Cyclingnews coverage of Strade Bianchi of Faboo with his analog watch.

    And Brendan from Competitive Cyclist went off on a whole tangent on them back in 2010 when the “What’s New” blog on their site was still regular and worthwhile. http://www.competitivecyclist.com/whats-new/the-athletic-answer-to-molecular-gastronomy.372.html

    I guess it’s the timekeeping equivalent of the V-Meter.

  22. @farzani

    I believe it is a combo of off center hat,

    sideburns and of course: SPONGE!

    This looks like a frame taken straight out of The Triplets of Belleville.

  23. @VeloVita Such an awesomely bizarre movie.  Really need to watch it with the VMH but the frog scenes just make me feel a bit sick.

  24. I always wear a watch! I get a real kick out of it when someone says, “Oh god, what time is it? I can’t find my phone.” Someone created this magical thing…it’s called a wristwatch!

    The only reason I’d considering swapping out my $12 Casio is because The Prophet wears a leather-banded analog one. I do have my letter winner watch from college, got a leather band and all, kind of like the nerd’s equivalent of a letterman jacket.

  25. @Buck Rogers

    @VeloVita Such an awesomely bizarre movie. Really need to watch it with the VMH but the frog scenes just make me feel a bit sick.

    I agree 100% – I’m terribly ranidaphobic, but I deal with it because I love the film.

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