Showing posts with label bicycle love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bicycle love. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2009

That's Dope!



Le Grande Boucle is over, and like the results of many of the recent tours, these are a bit dubious. Now, I don't actually have that big a problem with doping- the training still has to be done, the genetic advantages and mental fortitude present. All the EPO in the world isn't going to make me into a pro cyclist- among other issues, I don't have the mental strength, love of pain, or dedication. And the same is true within the pro peloton- doping isn't going to turn pack fodder into a grand tour contender. Doping makes things faster and punchier, although it does reduce the chances of a game-changing, uber-dramatic collapse on some important col (schadenfreude lends armchair sporting a particular potency). I wouldn't mind a leveling of the drug playing field (as well as some better safety regulations), but all the same, the prevalence of doping doesn't really change the way I watch cycling. And there's the bonus thrills of the "who's doping and what are they taking" game. Quelle thrilling!

But I am amused by the increasing brazenness of doping among the GCers. El Pistolero, I'm looking at you.





Let's review, shall we?

1. Homeboy is a climber, that much is clear. But suddenly, he is also beaucoup time trialest! Winner of the Spanish national championship (not that that's saying a whole lot), able to go toe to toe with the best TT specialists in the peloton. 2nd in the prologue! Beats Cancellara in the TT! There's a reason that climbers are rarely great TTers- like sprinting, the disciplines require different physiology. Yeah, you can offset this with training, but only to an extent. And here is Contador, head and shoulders above EVERYONE on the climbs and the very next day, beating everyone against the clock (on the flats!). Think of the Schleck TT performances. Solid, perfectly respectable for GC favorites, but not exactly leaving a trail of fire behind their tires. Exactly what you'd expect from top-tier climbers. Just like Contador used to be- in his 2007 Tour victory, he placed 15th in the prologue (35" back) and 5th & 7th in the two TTs (2'18" back). And these results were after Contador changed his training to focus specifically on time trialing for GC purposes.



Now here's where you jump in with "but Armstrong was dominant in both disciplines too etc etc". Well, for starters, I don't think Armstrong's blood is quite...pure...either. But the other rejoinder is that Armstrong was never a great climber, especially on the steepest ones- he was naturally more suited to a powerful TT. Pantani, for example, and other pure climbers were often able to drop him. He was a smart climber with an insanely strong team, but he was much more vulnerable in the mountains than his results would suggest. Yeah, he could climb Ullrich off his wheel, but that's not really saying much. And, as awful as it is to say, Armstrong had that fortuitous bout of cancer to help him out. He was able to essentially rebuild his body from scratch into exactly what it needed to be for grand tour victory. Anyone who's tried to lose those last five stubborn pounds (ahem *Ullrich*) can tell you its incredibly hard to change your body. Contador, on the other hand, apparently didn't even need to change his body from that of a wispy wee climber to that of a power-rider in order to suddenly rock TTs.



2. Let's talk about that climbing. Dr. Ross Tucker over at The Science of Sport wrote a fascinating analysis (and follow-up) of Contador's climb up the Verbier on Stage 15 of the Tour. It was impressive as hell to watch- Andy Schleck couldn't even start to respond (that pain-grimace as he made a futile attempt to follow, and failing that, to bridge, ugh!). I've never seen anyone accelerate on a hill like that (I mean, until his attack on the Colombiere a few days later).



But apparently it was even more impressive than it looked- Ross' analysis is long on calculations and variables but the bottom line is that, even conservatively estimated, Contador's climb was straight-up (get it?) record-setting. Contador's vertical climbing rate (VAM, velocita ascensionale media, one of the accepted means of comparing rides on different climbs) on the Verbier was faster than EVER before in the Tour. And not by a little bit- Ross' original estimate was 652.8 vertical meters at 1,900 m/hr. He later revised that downward (to 640 vertical meters) because of ambiguity over where the climb actually began, which still gives an ascension rate of 1864 m/hr. Ross has data for all Tour climbs in the last twenty years, and the highest previously recorded was Bjarne Riis' climb up the Huatacam in 1996. And, as he quite rightly says, we all know what powered Riis to that summit.

So here's a handy chart of the top 12 VAMs in the last two decades:



Hmm...

Riis- admitted doper
Armstrong- meh, probable doper
Pantani- busted
LeBlanc- admitted doper
Ullrich- busted
Indurain- who knows? he was at his peak during the pre-Festina, undetectable EPO era...
Peloton? That fucker's juiced to the gills!

So Contador not only topped this list of druggies, but he blew them away. Hmmm...

As Jacques Anquetil once said, the Tour de France is not won on mineral water alone.

(PS Props to this year's breakout star, Brad Wiggins! From trackie to unlikely GC contender! Doped or not, watching him claw his way back after every acceleration on the climbs was nothing short of amazing. He was the only one that made Ventoux interesting- Darco and I were cheering him on in his quest for fourth place retention like total dorks.)

Incidentally, if you google-image "wiggins ventoux" this is the first result.
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Friday, July 24, 2009

Note to self: dead animals do not belong in my sporting equipment

Not even for charity.



I can't believe I am mentioning Damien Hirst in this blog again, but I can't ignore the cross-over hilariousness of this newest crime against artistic dignity. Why does he persist in doing such ridiculous things?? Well, at least this time he has a partner in ridiculousness- none other than Lance Armstrong. And for a bonus layer of self-aggrandizing mutual fellatio perpetrated by charity-minded celebrities, creation of the bike was requested by Bono. LOL.


The bike above was a creation that Hirst('s assistants) decorated with hundreds of dismembered dead butterflies. Armstrong is set to ride the HirstyBike down the Champs in 2009 Tour de France finale. Sigh.

The really funny thing is that Armstrong has apparently been doing this for years! Usually with artists of a very particular ilk: the immensely rich, carefully-constructed and marketed "bad boys" and enfant terribles of the contemporary art world. This year steps up the mutual-admiration society due to STAGES, a charity "global art exhibition" put on by Armstrong, Nike and the aforementioned enfant terribles. He's riding like 6 art bikes this year! Why is everything ostentatious, egomaniacal or self-serving this man does associated with cancer charity? It makes him much harder to mock. And yet, I persevere...



The media-circusy nature of the two principals involved in this endeavor was today compounded by the near-hysterical reaction of the professionally histrionic, PETA. Reps from the animal rights org further inflated Hirst's sense of relevance by lambasting him in the DDaily Mail. Of course, they cannot attack CancerSurvivorAthleteCharityMan (for those outside the world of bike racing, its like attacked God), so we are treated to rhetorical gems like this one:

"Lance Armstrong is all about life - about not dying and about overcoming adversity.

'Damien Hirst is a one-trick pony who ruins the very essence of this man's spirit by associating him with dead butterflies.


I also particularly enjoyed this poetic number:

'Butterflies are beautiful creatures who should be enjoyed in the wild, not encased in a bike.'

"Encased in a bike." Priceless.



Below are some images of Lance's past patronage of the arts.


Artist: legally-embattled possible plagiarist Shep Fairey, ridden (and crashed on?) 2009 Giro d'Italia



Artist: Shep Fairey again, ridden 2009 TdF


Artist: 80s pop artist Kenny Scharf, ridden 2009 Giro d'Italia TT


Arist: bizarrely psuedonymned KAWS, darling of the "global art toy-collecting community," ridden 2009 Milan San Remo


Artist: Marc Newson, designer of furniture for the insanely wealthy, ridden 2009 TdF prologue TT


Artist: Graffiti artist Barry McGee, ostensibly ridden 2009 Tour of California. Since its a fucking hybrid bike, I don't know what part of that race he would have used it for. Maybe he rode it from the Astana bus to the sign-in tent.

Lastly, and my personal favorite:


Artist: Yoshitomo Nara, ridden yesterday in the 2009 Tdf TT.

I don't have anything snide to say about this one. I like Yoshitomo Nara's work, and when I met him while interning at the Philly ICA, he seemed like a really nice guy. I wish he would design a bike for me. I'll donate it to charity after I beat it to hell, I swear.


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Monday, February 23, 2009

Lance Armstrong Hates Satirical Costumes

...and those who wear them.

Generally, I respect Lance as a cyclist, even though I have no doubt that he dopes ("Most Tested Athelete in History notwithstanding). But doping doesn't create a champion. Obviously it helps, but his path to dominance over the rest of the (also doping field) is insane, machine-like, monomaniacal discipline and work ethic. The man has earned his titles, I would never dispute that. Beyond that, he's definitely used his fame and money for a good cause- the man has pretty much single-handedly raised millions for cancer research and treatment.

However, I don't think much of Lance the person at all- he is, by all accounts, an arrogant, domineering, diva-prick. But that very prickishness is what leads to awesome hilariousness like this scene from the Tour of Cali, where Lance confronts his doping demon:



(photographic denouement after the jump)









You can't see it in this sequence, but the syringe pitchfork-toting devil is emblazoned with "Live Clean" on the back. Take that, cancer patients!
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Thursday, November 13, 2008

A Fair Day at Fair Hill

Mountain biking! Gorgeous fall day! Well-maintained single-track! NO CRASHES! Heaven?

Let me say this: MD spends alot of money on their state parks and recreation areas...and I am totally down with that priority. These were the nicest trails I've been on (not that I've been on a whole lot, but hey). Lots of miles, lots of range in difficulty, nice climbs, fun descents (that I would bomb down if I weren't still a mtn bike wuss...as it is, I do more of a slinky). They were well-marked for the most part, except when it mattered unfortunately! We found ourselves with the sun setting, in the muck down by the river and dwindling hours before the ALL IMPORTANT birthday Eagle's game and nary a trail blaze to be seen. Don't ask me whose jersey that is. Its a child's large and Darco got it for $10.

Below are some more pictures. One of these days I'm going to bring my real camera to get some nicer riding shots. I'll make Darco ride back and forth in front of something picturesque and look like a Legitimate Mountain Biker. Or alternatively, a Mountain Biker Who Crashes Dynamically.












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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Why European Cyclists Can Hold Their Line


I know ALOT of people who could stand to take a some lessons from this Dutch bike lane. A few flailing plunges into the drink and suddenly you start keeping a steady front wheel.
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