The difference between Style and Fashion is that Fashion changes, but style is something that persists through the ages. You can’t buy it, and you either have it or you don’t. In other words, you can get all the best and expensive kit and still look complete crap if you don’t have Style. Conversely, you can wear the most crap kit possible and make it look good if you have the gift. That is why photos of Anquetil, the Prophet and Roger de Vlaeminck still blow our minds even though they are wearing completely outdated kit. This is also why Pantani could wear lycra jeans and Cipollini could wear a Zebra suit and make us contemplate trying our hands at it. (We should not.)
If there was an upside to the EPO era, it meant that a number of riders who had immaculate style may never have risen to the top of the fish bowl if it weren’t for EPO. Allegedly. Michele Bartoli was a prime example of a rider who was so doped up that he had plenty of bandwidth left for a complete and total commitment to Looking Fantastic at All Times. Allegedly. Let’s face facts (allegedly): the Mapei kit would have been lining the rubbish bin if it weren’t for riders like Bartoli and Frank Vandenbroucke. And Michele pioneered the mini-frame with long, slammed stem and a meter of seatpin.
I think we all agree that doping is wrong, but it doesn’t feel so wrong when they looked so good. We owe him a weighty debt for his contribution.
Shameless Plug: come down to the Rouleur Classic this week to listen to me cover this topic in greater detail. And then head to the pub with me afterward to hear me do it louder. My speaking schedule is as follows:
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Then there's style blindness. My VMH (who I adore otherwise) thinks I look like a complete douche when kitted for a ride, as does my mother-in-law (her only flaw it would appear). My fellow cyclists would attest otherwise (though there is the chance they may be fantastic liars).
Some subjectivity at play here. I once walked through our lounge room past my teenage daughter and five friends après ride in my absolute black best with attention to every detail and fine gossamer of perspiration sculpting every chiselled muscle. Not only did I suck every sound from the room but she didn't speak to me for four days.
"Cipollini could wear a Zebra suit and make us contemplate trying our hands at it. (We should not.)"
Our bibs are too long.
Sorry, but I have to post this again. Style.
Its Millar time
@EBruner
Case completely in point.
@piwakawaka
Yours might be. I've been careful to keep mine Goldilocks.
@Ccos
Spoiler Alert: your friends might be lying.
@Clank
It's a well known fact that teenagers are terrible judges of their parent's sense of style. I feel confident that you can discount this response in its entirety.
@Clank
Clearly they were dumbstruck with admiration. Your daughter's friends left wondering why their Dad's don't look so awesome.
@chuckp
I'm less offended by the zebra suit than I am by that helmet.
Having won a ticket, I'll see you Saturday. I'll be the one failing to look stylish