Roger DeVlaeminck was tough and all, but really—how much man-ass did he have to deal with?
(it’s a .gif—your playback mileage may vary)
Zack Attack didn’t realize that there’d be a photographer when he cut second period to preview Paris-Roubaix. Can’t wait see what shenanigans he and Screech cook up to keep Belding from suspending them both.
Might as well rename this blog “Eff Yeah Canton Ave”, right? Most of the climbs looks pretty gruesome, but the real fun starts at 2:23 or so.
(thanks to Cycling Inquisition for passing this along)
Not featured in tomorrow’s event. Don’t get excited. (Taken with Instagram at Blue Hills Reservation)
Footage of Boonen’s puncture on the Arenberg
Best video I’ve seen of the Boonen incident. I’ve got to say, he seems pretty darn calm—a guy who knows there’ll be some regrouping and thinks he can still get back into the race.
It looked like he stood around forever on TV without help, but before the camera moto stops (~1:30) he appears (around :55) to wave off a teammate. I think Steegmans comes past at 2:05.
Also some gratuitous booty shots for the ladies and/or fellas of that persuasion.
Can someone feed Bradley Wiggins!?
Also, why is Geraint Thomas giving Brad a wheel? Geraint surely should have been there for Flecha in the finale instead of handing wheels to Brad who finished way down… Sky high confusion.
I think Wiggo was passing off to Thomas. Certainly after last year’s cobbled Tour stage and this year’s Flanders, that’s how I’d call it.
If you haven’t been following his work all spring, Jered Gruber’s roadside photoset from yesterday is pretty tight.
(and yes, there are shots of actual racing)
A lot of weird crap has shown up on bikes at Roubaix over the years.
I’ve heard apocryphal tales that Rock Shox’ “Ruby” moniker for its 700c fork was based on Greg Lemond’s inability to pronounce “Roubaix”. And Pieri’s Headshok in ‘03 might have been less about protecting him from the banging of the cobbles than protecting the bike from his noteworthy bulk.
Full suspension’s had its day on the stones, too, from Bianchi’s 27lb fully-sprung monstrosity to slightly more reasonable designs found under Gilbert Duclos-Lassalle in the early 90’s. Trek had a dalliance with elastomer pucks and commuter forks, but we know how that movie ends.
For my money, though, it’s tough to get uglier than Steve Bauer’s customized 1993 rig (above) which, with its 67-degree seat-tube and outrageous chainstays, looks to be frozen in a state of perpetual collapse.
Since the mid-aughts, though, cooler (or more brand-conscious) heads have prevailed, and it’s rare to see more nod to the battering of the pave than ‘cross bikes, some brake mods, fat tires, and more clearance.