
yeehoo
Feb 20, 2009 May 30, 2012 11 11302
old dude, fairly new to cycling. Live in nice, france and discovered the joy of cycling here. Grew up in el paso, texas, later lived in austin, before loving here. Fan of contador and gilbert but really a fan of almost all of them.
email:
a fan of
San Antonio Spurs
Notre Dame Fighting Irish
RSSUser Blog
Paris-Nice TT col d'Eze photos
No way i can match the masters of fanposts here, but I did go up and take some photos of today's time trial up the col d'Eze. I positioned myself just past a long steep part, a little over halfway through the course - a place where suffering facial expressions should be at their max. I had a fancy new camera that unfortunately i knew very little about and just hoped for the best. Mostly spent a lazy pleasant afternoon in the perfect temperatures and sunshine, snapping some photos as each rider passed. Blissfully ignorant of results or status.
By the way, the following text below the jump says absolutely nothing about anything really, so unless you are really bored at work, you can just skip down to the photos. And ha! 75 words? You gotta be kidding me. Try a 750 word limit if you wanna give me a challenge on these things. Jus sayin. 75 words? Please.
45 comments
|
4 recs |
Tweet
Cowmouflage - Walt "Clyde" Frazier raises the bar
The ball's in your court now, Will.
2010 Cycling Goals - how'd you do?
So, there was a post early in the year where many of us posted our cycling goals for 2010, then a mid-year follow-up by Perez to see how we were doing, it's time now to pay the piper. Let's hear how everyone did this year
I'll start. First of all i thought i should increase in general how much i rode and wanted to ride with the club more, so i set a kilometrage goal. I had ridden 5000+ kilometers in 2009 (not counting commutes) and debated between increasing this somewhere between 7500 and 10,000 km. I thought 7500 was realistic but not real ambitious. 10,000 was ambitious but realistic only if i really rode all year, with no down periods. I think every time i actually wrote it down, i threw caution to the wind and wrote down 10,000. Well that wasn't to be. I had some very inactive periods - one mid-year during and after a vacation to the u.s. and now here again at the end of the year. Tant pis.I did manage 7500 km and 120,000 meters climbed, that'll have to do.
109 comments
|
1 recs |
Tweet
pictures from my summer vacations in the pyrenees
nothing fancy, and almost nothing to do with tdf or racing. And i know i should have cut out a lot more photos but i suck at that. But i did get lucky with some nice light sometimes - anyway for anyone interested in maybe a trip to ride in the pyrenees one day ... (also, for certain other people, there are also pitchers of cows and horsies!)
First ascent up the Tourmalet included, gasp, a woman!
So i know it’s the vuelta and all right now, but the Tourmalet is not really that far from Spain and well, just to get everyone in the mood for the first big climbing day tomorrow (or maybe today or maybe even yesterday if you are australian, seeing as how they are ahead of everyone else) i thought i'd share this. On a recent stay in the pyrenees i stumbled across this newspaper article (from La nouvelle république des pyrénées) almost a month after it was published (21 july) and quite enjoyed this story.
So i’d prefer to just butcher, uh, translate it, but i guess that would be like stealing (cuz otherwise you guys would all go out and buy a copy of a two month old newspaper from france?), so instead i will just paraphrase it - that’s not stealing, it’s paraphrasing.
So here goes. "Le 18 of August 1902, there were 43 to attack the Tourmalet on machines often weighing close to 20kg (44 lbs). The exploit would be realised by a young Stéphanoise (woman from stephanoise region around St Etienne)."
So after already having had to push the date back a day in order to avoid clashing with the opening of hunting season and horse racing, the organisers of the Touring-Club de France were confronted with another problem just a day before they were to send the racers in the direction of the Tourmalet to cross it two times. The 18th was the date for the 22 communes with sheep on the flancs of the pass to bring them back down to the valley!
"A peloton of 43 men against a migration of around 2000 head of sheep - the battle promised to be unequal." So capitain Perrache, high member of the Touring-Club, managed, in particular with bills of 100F, to convince the sheep farmers to descend their sheep the following day.
So on the big day, M Appell, member and professor of mechanics at the Sorbonne and president of the Touring-Club of France and colonel Rouville, director of military construction at Tarbes, as well as commandant Marcet, attended the departure of the race. At 4 in the morning the riders started in front of the "caserne de la Remonte" (whatever and wherever that is) in pelotons of 4 each at 5 minute spacing.
Before sending the riders off M Appell reminded them of the goal of the day’s activity: the bike manufacturers of Tarbes have had 7 months to design a machine which would be solid, comfortable, useful and have all the most recent improvements. So in order to judge the bikes they had chosen a route very difficult to place the machine under the most stressful conditions. The feat could only be accomplished by men in excellent form, capable of covering a distance of 225km at 15 to 16 kmph on average with a total ascent of about 3700 meters.
Amoung the riders there were professionals and amateurs. Amoung those who had machines equipped with derailleurs tailor made for the Tourmalet was Jean-Baptiste Fischer, born on Mach 30 1867 who was an Alsacien champion nicknamed "Le Grimpeur" (the climber). He rode a Brown Brothers BSA with a gearing of 4.40 m (equivalent to a 42x20 of today). His palmarès included a victory in Paris-Tours and a second place in Toulouse-Luchon in 1901. His grand rival was Müller who rode a Clément with 2 speeds, 5.34m and 4.06m, equipped with a mud-guard and weigning 17kg.
It was beautiful weather that day and the afternoon promised to be very hot. There were spectators all over the slopes of the pass, all the hotels were full from Argelès-Gazost to Bagnères. They were all there in admiration of the 43 first riders to make the assault on the Giant of the Pyrenees. They shouted a thousand hurras to four amoung them, victors of the pass without one time touching a foot to the ground. (!!!!!) (and Will, are you listening? They didn’t stop to take photos! ;))
The honor went to Viviant (rode L’Hirondelle" (the swallow), 16.65kg and gearing of 6.15m and 2.8m), Barbé (Peugeot), Coppet (Richard). Above all, honor goes to Marthe Hesse. Yes, a woman, signed up at the last minute by the president of the club because of a cancellation. Her bike was a Gauloise de Paul de Vivie (better known by the nickname "Velocio"). It came with a mud-guard, 2 chains, weighed 16.5kg and had 3 speeds (5.85m, 4.1m and 2.75m).
Sure, Marthe finished 4h27 behind Fischer (1st place), but she beat a man, Sarazin (whose bike weighed 21kg), by 1h10. Little importance that Mlle Hesse, this unhappy Sarazin, and 6 other riders turned in their numbers at the control in Lourdes at the end of the first lap, especially since all the members of the Vivie team, Marthe Hesse included, had ridden to Tarbes by bike from St-Etienne - 700km! This explains why they were satisfied with only one lap. ;)
(well, ok, in the end i did just kind of half-steal it in butchered form - i at least left some stuff out, wonder if that helps)
So i rode up to the col de braus the other day, expecting that to be just the first main climb of a long ride. But once up there, surrounded by clouds, little drops of water falling slowly but steadily, and colder than hell - i'd say like minus a gazillion C (which is worse in fahrenheit, mind you - or vice versa) - well all this caused me to stop and pause for reflection. And this is what i found :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Vietto
hm, doesn't seem to want to add the link as a link - oh well ...
about 2 years ago
yeehoo
72 comments
2 recs
Contador and the Classics
A few quotes from Alberto regarding the spring classics.
Ted King at Paris-Nice
Enjoyed this account by king of style Ted King on his experience at Paris-Nice. Complete with power numbers for the Drewd.
Yeehoo’s Book Report, or Laurent Fignon goes to Milan-San Remo
Not so long ago I read Laurent Fignon’s autobiography (“Nous Etions Jeunes et Insouciants” - we were young and carefree), and i really enjoyed his story of his first victory at MSR, so i thought i’d make an attempt at sharing that with you
(75 words yet?, yes - yay!). So just to give credit where credit's due, all the info here came from the book.
Fignon had an incredible start to his professional career, winning the ’83 Tour de France just a couple of years after turning pro. And to hear him describe it, it was easy and almost without effort! But i thought you were supposed to suffer in cycling and it was always incredibly difficult and and and ... No, it was easy. Easy i tell you. And mind you, this before the days of EPO. He won the Tdf again in ’84 along with a 2nd place and mountains jersey in the Giro. And second place only because the organizers cut the Stelvio out of the race at the last minute - ostensibly due to avalanche hazard, but this handed the win to the Italian Moser. Ha, take that, friggin foreigners!
more, much more, below the jump thingy (and if ya get bored and wanna get straight to msr, it's down there somewhere)
66 comments
|
5 recs |
Tweet
Alonso eyes cycling team with Contador
A new spanish team next year?
This video is an attempt to show the ambience at the final hour of the Nice Ironman competition. A lame attempt i'll admit, but wth? If you're ever going to finish towards the end of an ironman, i suggest Nice as the place to do it. The applause and support and general ambience at the end is really remarkable. Dj's, pom-pom girls, people dancing, shouting, dance music blasting ... Some finishers just go on through, others raise their arms or just have a huge smile, one guy did some pushups while the dj counted for him, another did a cartwheel, some ran through with their little kids holding their hands. And this all 8 hours after the winners have finished.
When i went out my door to walk over to see the last hour or so of the Ironman, the first thing i saw was a guy across the street, pushing his triathlon bike, head hanging down to his chest, walking with a pronounced. Painful. Slow. Trudge. Medal around his neck. He'd done well. Hope he felt better the next day.
Then i got to the promenade and started seeing more of the people who'd finished: one guy asleep on the pavement with his wife by his side in all the raucous noise and confusion and crowds everywhere. Then the medical tent - massages, those heat blanket thingies, oxygen, people limping aorund, Oy!
Then every now and then you see a finisher with a medal around their neck who look fresh as a daisy, like they've just had a nice walk in the park.
Then finally you get to the finish line ... and that's the video. At the end there's a fireworks display (no one timed their finish to coincide with it this year) and then apparently a few hundred people stayed all night to party on the prom next to the beach until daybreak.
I could not do an ironman even if i wanted to, but i'll be there again next year to help welcome the last finishers in.
Showing 1 - 11 of 11