First off this photo was hi-jacked from www.pezcyclingnews.com
Lately I have been jaded towards the sport that I absolutely love. The cheating, doping, who said what bullshit, dumb ass victory salutes, all that shit. It takes away from the sport. Bottom line. Lately I have not wanted to ride. Just some easy rides here and there. As I’m getting older the want and the drive is slowly leaving me. I still like to ride but not as much as I used to. Work stress, life stress and life are getting more and more to the fore front than riding. Today I was told that the stage was another boring ho hum stage and nothing had really changed. I wasn’t even going to watch it. But because I get sucked in just like I do every day I turned it on and sat my fat ass down and started the last 80k slog through the rain. In a second I could tell that HH was way stronger than Chavanel. I’ve been racing for 15 years and I can look at group riding and within 15 seconds I can tell you who is going to do what and what place they are going to finish. But what this post is really about is the emotion that we saw today from HH. That was pure. That is what this sport is about. It gave me the chills. The hair on my arms and neck were standing up. I welled up inside and had to choke it back down. Most of all it made me want to ride my bike again. It took me back 4-5 years to a time where I loved the bike and all I could think about was riding.
If you get a chance watch this stage again, this is what it’s all about.