Like many of you out there this morning, I awoke to Thor Hushovd taking the race by the throat and shaking the shit out of it. God damn right.
“I had an amazing day on the bike at the front,” Hushovd said. “I think it was the best day I’ve ever had on the bike.”
The man is a bad ass. As a big man, I enjoy seeing the meat racks of the sport get some. And Thor got some.
The tension was ratcheting up even since the stage to Besançon when Cavendish was relegated for irregular sprinting in the bunch sprint for 13th place. That UCI jury decision essentially gifted Hushovd the green jersey.
But the Cervélo sprinter was too proud to take it that way.
In Wednesday’s five-climb “queen stage” across the heart of the French Alps, the Norseman went on an angry solo flier over two first-category cols so that there would never be an asterisk next to his green jersey. Id.
Cav has pop. Sure. He can leap out of the field on a flat run-in and blow the doors off anything in professional cycling.
But you know what he doesn’t have? Thug sauce by the case.
Reminds of of another Hero of the Big Men, Eros Poli winning on the Ventoux stage in the 1994 Tour de France with a 171k breakaway.
Not so much on the Ventoux as he lost nearly 20 minutes on the climb, but up and over it. I’ve read he lost a nearly minute every kilometer of the climb!
Dude rocked it. And he suffered like a dog!by