... Thank you for making my day!
Well, at least part of it any way.
I was watching the Tour of California race coverage this morning, and I noticed with great interest that Peterson had made it into the break, and that there was a pretty significant climb (Bonny Doon rd) later in the stage. I figured if Peterson could stay with the break he would have a chance to show his stuff, if he really was a climber.
And then … my wife whispered something in my ear, and you know, when your wife says something suggestive, well, you just have to turn off the dope scope, rip off your clothes and …. put on your cold weather riding gear and go for a ride. Mrs. C is definitely into her new bike and last week we thought that Saturday and Monday looked like ride days. We got a nice chatty 36 miles in. We rode down to Bill n’Bea’s in Centralia for a bite. I had the grilled cheese and pickle, and we shared an order of fries. On the way back we had a pretty good dose of headwind, helps with those French fry calories.
But when I got back I checked out Cycling News dot com and sure enough “Peterson Takes the Win!” There are so many angles to this story: “Worst to First in 3 simple stages”, or of course, the aforementioned “Local Boy Makes Good”. Regardless, I just love the whole thing. A young guy comes in last in the prologue, and two days later, on Stage Two, he wins the stage!
This is the kind of story that sports writers ought to be just eating up. You don’t have to be a sleuth, or an ‘investigative journalist’ to get this out. Anybody with even a mild interest in the sport not to mention an assignment to report on a race should rightly be able to stumble over this with his eyes tightly shut.
But instead, what do we get? Lance Armstrong is a maverick because he wears a helmet with a bill (mtn bike style), or Floyd Landis has a bad day. Floyd Landis has a bad day? Sheesh, six riders abandon the race today, at least one went off in an ambulance! Tell me about your bad day Floyd Landis!
Please, cycling writers, leave the “Titans of Yesterday” stories to the Life Magazine, and ESPN reporters (mile wide, inch deep) and give us; the bike geeks of the world some of those great stories of the race within the race.
It was sort of funny hearing about how crappy the weather was. I don't mean to pooh pooh it, it did look really crappy and I actually felt sorry for eveyone involved. It would be so nice (I assume) to ride down the Pacific Coast Highway on a sunny February day, and it would be better pub for California, but hey, some days you just have to go out for a day of rain on the bike. Come on you PCH Rando's, let's hear your personal stories on this!