As regular scanners of my ‘e’ musings no doubt gather, I love my cycling passionately but I do get both incensed and disappointed with the softness that is creeping into what I’ve always considered, the world’s hardest sport. In comparison to pro-cycling days not so long gone, the riders have more crutches than a busload of Tiny Tim clones. Hey, they actually all do have buses to relax in now. The backseats of the Euro compact cars are long gone.
As the title infers, I again feel vindicated for my grumpy opinions with yesterday’s quote from Carlos Sastre:
“Whoever wants to start debating or raising controversy about this matter can do so freely.” “I’ve fallen in this Tour, I fell in the Italian Giro d’Italia, I’ve had technical problems and no-one ever waited for me.
“I think we’re turning cycling into a sport for spoilt brats and that is what happens in these kinds of circumstances.”
Choice words by a great rider! I hope some of it sinks into those that would whine. Bike racing is the most beautifully elegant sport in the world, full of drama, action, suffering and emotion. Let us hope the hard edge comes back to “Le Club Brat Vitesse”….at least until I depart this earth and won’t have to hear/see it.
One more rant before I bolt. I saw yet another Cervelo ad today whist viewing today’s stage. This was one about how one size fits all. Wot a load of bollocks! Idiotic drivel of how “men and women are just the same shape and women’s only bikes are just marketing spin.” Tell that to my 5′8″ girlfriend with a 34″ inseam, 20″ femur as she’s looking at my 5′9″ statue supported by a 31″ inseam with 16.75″ thighs. Same seat angle huh?….and forget about the impossible top tube length difference. Guess I should have learned more about marketing instead of wasting all that time learning a lifetime of fast, efficient biking. Oh well….too late now…..still, most times I do enjoy “bein’ a chicken hawk, see!”