After the shabby-chic of Stage 1, Sicily pulled out the best Sunday crockery for Stage 2. In this time-crunched coronavirus … More
What kind of day was Stage 5? How might I succinctly sum-up to capture the flavour and feel of the … More
When I think of the Vosges mountains, I think of lovely, tree-lined climbs with Germanic names, friendly locals, and solid … More
The easy option would be to describe Alejandro Valverde as a “Marmite” cyclist. But that would be playing right into the hands of the marketing people at Unilever, who have us evoking their product every time we encounter a thing that provokes a response in people, one way or another. Those clever bastards.
After a season of spats and squabbles, and recalled to the Cofidis Grand Tour squad, the reappearance of Bouhanni somewhere near the spotlight demanded that the fighting analogies were dusted off and wheeled out for a proper airing in the Andalusian sun.
For bike racer to be an actual hero to me is going to take some doing. They’d have to ride like Sagan, look like Elvis, and talk like Martin Luther King. That mythical hybrid doesn’t currently exist….or does he?
The Tour de France, as we know, generates an awful lot of hot air. From fans, journalists, bloggers (!), team … More
Like an addict, given a hit, real life melts away to be replaced by granular graphs of Tom Dumoulin’s speed data, rider profiles in the form of radar charts, and final kilometre sprint heat-maps. It makes Strava seem like mere gateway data.
At one point today the camera cut to Belgian super-team Quick Step who were scattered asunder, up and down the road, and in pieces. That they managed to pull their dignity back together suggests they weren’t quite all over the shop, but they were certainly browsing different aisles and working from their own shopping lists.
It’s stage two of this year’s Tour de France, and far too early to say whether this edition might turn out to be a classic. It does, however, already include one of the pre-requisites for classic status: a single rider, suffering excessively, for no practical reason.
I wonder how many times I’ve begun a sentence with the phrase: “if I were a pro cyclist…?” If you … More
Some days, when there are no big mountains to liven things up, the Tour de France throws everything but the … More