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Riders on a Storm

Hamilton races to victory in Liege-Bastogne-Liege

Tyler Hamilton’s win in La Doyenne in 2003 was one of the highlights in what was generally a fantastic season. A great Spring campaign, a great Giro, a great Tour, a great Fall; unpredictable races, and closely-fought battles littered the events. But, with the luxury of 20-20 hindsight and a quick cross-reference of results listings to doping scandals, it’s safe to assume that season landed smack in the middle of an era of jet-fueled racing that rivals the 1990’s in their indulgence.

It’s a tough time to be a cyclist. Death, doping scandals, corruption in the organizing bodies of the sport. We test our athletes more than any other sport, but the tests are flawed and incomplete, and rumors persist that teams and riders pay off not just the labs to surpress positive tests, but also the UCI. Hamilton’s confession on 60 Minutes this week is the latest in an unsettling chain of events that keep peeling back more layers of the onion. I was a big fan of Tyler’s and part of me even believed in his innocence. He seemed like a genuinely nice guy – much too nice a guy to get involved in cheating. But there he was on television, talking openly about the magnitude of drugs-taking within the USPS team.

On the other hand, I’ve never been a fan of Armstrong’s. I find him to be arrogent, controlling, manipulative. His Tour wins were too formulaic; in sharp contrast to his fight with cancer, his racing showed no element of humanism. I have taken it for granted that his wins came with considerable assistance from a carefully planned and executed doping regimen. But these beliefs were woven together by a thread of doubt, and the possibility always existed that his were clean wins.

Hearing Hamilton talk of the seemingly nonchalant attitude towards doping at USPS and, in particular, by Armstrong, is surprising not in the content of the message, but in how hard the message hit. I expected the words. I had read them. I have even written many of them myself. But there was always a tangible element of speculation about them. For me, that element is now gone, and it feels strange to say the least.

Even as someone who generally accepts that doping is commonplace in the peloton, it hurts me every time another allegation of doping comes out. It takes me days to recover from it. But even if the worst happens, if Professional Cycling as we know it today falls apart, cycling will continue. Because cycling is more than watching others race bikes. It’s about racing or riding the bike yourself. It’s about overcoming your own limitations. It’s about the rider and the machine working together. It’s about cleaning, caring for, thinking about your bike. It’s about taking photos of it so you can look at it when you’re away.

Cycling rides through a storm today, but we will always have the bike. We will always have la Vie Velominatus.

 

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • @mcsqueak

    Damn, learn to proof read already.

    That last sentence should be "... because in professional racing, a difference of seconds or meters can matter a lot."

  • I'm of the mindset that cyclingnews et. al. could cease publishing headlines about Ricco. I realize ignoring the problem won't make it go away but why bother giving this shitbag attention-shore any press? And to call him a "controversial" rider is a bit of an understatement. Why not just make the headline "Fuckwaffle Rider, Ricco, to Sign with some other straw-grasping continental team".

  • @Marko
    Seconded.

    In fact, they could just start using one headline for all these types of "news": "Fuckknuckle publicity whore finds desparate suitor. Ignore this article."

  • Hamilton officially has had his gold medal taken away from 2004.  Thankfully it went to Veino, who we all know was squeeky clean in 2004.   That's the only problem with revoking these medals years later.  Hamilton admits it, has his medal taken away.  Others who are not above doubt admit nothing and inherit medals.  Something definitely wrong there.

  • @Oli

    @Buck Rogers It actually went to Ekimov, but the irony probably still applies...

    Oops!  Mixing my "Russian/Kazakh" riders up there!  Thanks for the clarification!  And you rode/ride track???  Man, the only time I have ever ridden on a track was the two finishing laps that I did in Roubaix this June and, let me tell you, that scared the HELL out of me!  Pure respect for all of you track riders out there!

  • The Wellington Velodrome is rougher than any pussy cobbles that Paris-Roubaix race can throw up!

  • @Oli Yeah, I have heard that the banking at the Roubaix velodrome is pretty tame in comparison to a lot of tracks.  But I actually have no idea as it is the only track that I have ever been on and it was scary enough for me!  I would love to live near a track and take some lessons in the future, though.

  • @Buck Rogers The worst grazes I ever had from a bike crash - including high-speed MTB crashes, road crashes from 70kph descents and various other ways I used to attempt to maim myself - are from when my front tubular exploded as I was slowly rolling around the banking of our track after a scratch race.  I went down like a sack of shit, and smeared my side (arm, hands, shoulder, hip, buttock, thigh, calf and ankle) the whole way to the bottom. I ruined my shorts, my jersey, my gloves, my handlebar tape and so much skin I couldn't even bandage the whole lot up - for what seemed like weeks I'd wake up in the mornings with the sheets semi-permanently stuck to me in large patches in several different uncomfortable places...

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