For more than three decades, I’ve been obsessed with Cycling. Not just the business of being in love with riding and training, but with following Professional Cycling as well. When I was young, I pored over the photos in Winning and other magazines that made their way into my possession; their spines were cracked to pieces with the pages falling out by the time I would retire an issue, and even then, many of the photos were cut out and hung on my bedroom or workshop wall.
The Pros were my muse; they gave me their style, position, and technique queues but they also inspired me to ride more. I would imagine myself racing with them when I was out training, I would envision myself dropping Greg LeMond on the local leg breaker or barely pip Steve Bauer in a two-up sprint to some imaginary finish line. (Poor Steve, the unluckiest rider of his generation, he couldn’t even beat me.) Those heroes retired and new ones emerged; the cycle continued.
They were my heroes, but in many ways they were my riding partners as well. They were role models who mattered to me deeply, more deeply than perhaps they should.
It was some time during the Armstrong Era that it started to change. Being lied to pathologically works like that; you believe the lie because the truth seems so awful. When that awful truth comes out, we want to find a way back to the old, happy story. It was just one rider, one crazy cheater who is ruining it for everyone. Then the lie comes out again, and we believe it again. Slowly, our willingness to believe is damaged, until finally you see the lies in everything, even in the truth.
Motors, TUEs, doping. It all tastes bitterly of the past, and the accused are going back to the same scripts that were used by the previous generation. We’ve heard it all before, and I’ve grown tired of hearing the same denials defiantly made against the same accusations.
I feel a certain amount of shame for not believing that Chris Froome or Brad Wiggins won the Tour de France paniagua; I want to believe in them and I would rather be the naïve hopeful who believes a liar than the cynic who accuses an honest man of cheating. But Sky is not going out of their way to make it easy for me to believe them.
I’ve never gotten myself too tangled up in whether or not a particular rider or team is doping, and in general I haven’t let the truth tarnish the nostalgia I have for my favorite riders and races of the past. And it certainly hasn’t touched how much I love actually riding my bike. But if the all this lying has had a lasting effect, it is that I don’t imagine myself riding with my heroes anymore.
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@Oli
Exactly my feelings! Nice piece, Frank.
Alright, maybe this will cheer us up...it's from last year, but a DAMN important bit of science:
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/12/02/the-close-ties-between-exercise-and-beer/
You'd have to be an imbecile or hypocrite to imagine that a professional cyclist who rides 235 days a year can hold himself together without stimulants.
Jacques Anquetil
@Cary
Kinda reminds me of Woody Allen speaking in a documentary about him. He says that he was a very happy boy, until the age of 6. He realized all of this would end at some point, that death was waiting out there. He said that's when he wanted to cash in his chips, get out of this life, and I think essentially when he became a cynic for life. Pretty amazing that he was only happy for six years...
@cronoman
Very, very nicely put; I want to be clear that the doping has done nothing to dampen my love for Cycling; I just don't imagine myself racing against these guys anymore because I don't really care about them.
@Cary, @Teocalli, @RobSandy,
@Ccos
It has absolutely nothing to do with the cheating; it has never affected my love for watching the sport. I mean, Ullrich and Pantani are some of my favorites of all time and it doesn't matter one iota what they did or didn't take.
What bothers me is the same old bullshit around it. The worst is the incredulity by people like Brailsford, the attitude of them. We should just take the same old stories and accept that this time its different. I don't really care if Sky abused TUEs in principle (so long as no one was injured). I am just disappointed that they can't come up with a better explanation than to copy the style that USPS had.
And on that subject; I love that Armstrong asked Ger if he was crazy when he asked him if he'd ever used mechanical doping. Because I'm having a hard time imagining anyone with less credibility when it comes to telling the truth and/or stopping short at nothing in order to take an advantage.
@Rick
Coppi:
@Ron
i never said i wasn't happy. it's just that since well before adulthood, i've had a very realistic and clearheaded view of human nature. i'm all in, every day, despite this, i promise you. i get off my bike every day with my heart in my throat, and ya know, so do the guys that dope. i did a few cycles of steroids when i was in the Marine Corps, and Rule #10 applies, for sure. in fact, in the weight room, steroids only INCREASE your capacity to throroughly cripple yourself.
none of this really matters to me very much, now. i'm going to ride my bike, watch races, do my job, enjoy my family, and sleep well, no matter the fools that dope, or the hypocrites that police them.
Frank: It's hard to be enthusiastic about your ride imagining that just as Lance's battery begins to die, you have a fresh one, switch it on, and start to gap him. Not really inspiring stuff.
@Jim
Lucky for us, Cycling is still incredible on its own merits and we can still love turning the legs around with or without the Pro cycling scene.
BINGO!
@frank
Right, I've amended my post: Just gotta look past the douchebags. Brailsford is annoying for being just that. He fails the look test fo sho, truth telling or not.