To Look Pro is to strive to Look Fantastic and to be at our ease on a bicycle. It is to walk the line between form and function and is based entirely on the premise that the professional peloton is far more experienced in this endeavour than we shall ever be. Their lessons speak through their actions on the bike, serving as a beacon to provide us the opportunity to learn from their mistakes and triumphs. But this is a dangerous game; being a Pro does not mean one Looks Fantastic. Because of the Commutative Property of Looking Pro, Looking Fantastic does not mean you Look Pro. The Pros are our inspiration, but care must be taken to choose your muse wisely.
Looking Pro in good weather is an simple matter; bibs, jersey, (white) socks, shoes, and helmet. Tan your guns, match your kit properly, and get on with it. But when the chill sets in and layers are added, the matter becomes quite complicated quite quickly. Rule #21 and Good Taste dictate that we dress in our Flandrian Best; we don knickers or knee warmers, gillets, arm warmers, Belgian Booties or shoe covers, slip caps beneath our helmets, and hope to encounter some good old-fashioned gritty roads.
The preference for knee warmers over tights distills down to one elemental fact: no matter how one might try to disguise them, tights are simply not an attractive garment. Not on cyclists. Not on skiers. Not on overweight women at the market. Not on fit women at the Yoga studio. Not on runners, not on swimmers. Not in a box, not on a fox.
As is customary, I will leverage the powers of photography to illustrate my point. A casual glance at this particular photo shows a collection of proper hardmen rattling over the muddy cobbles of Omloop Het Nieuwsblad. It is plainly obvious that perennial hardman Tomeke Boonen was suffering from some kind of mental trauma, as he chose to don full tights rather than his usual knee warmers. These actions are not without their consequence, and you can plainly see he is ill at ease and destined to perform below his best for the remainder of the season. Eddy Boasson Hagen, in the blurry distance, suffered a similar fate and it took him until July to recover from his mistake. Boonen wasn’t so lucky, presumably because such an offense holds greater punishment for actual Flandrians as opposed to étrangers.
Then we have the others. Thor Hushovd, Lars Boom, and Philipe Gilbert all have two things in common: they all Look Fantastic, and they’re all dressed in their Flandrian Best. Hushovd has obviously already taken the safety off the howitzers, while Gilbert, if I’m not mistaken, is smirking – apparently at Boonen’s choice. Boom’s face can’t be read, but his posture is that of a Dutchman with intense Belgian aspirations.
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@jimmy
I'm afraid I'm not sure I understand. Lots of results on the proper spelling,, including one called the Ever-present V: Ronde van "V"laanderen.
West Flanders is close to the water and awfully close to those sissy Waloons. That's probably why they're wearing thermals!
(That cold feeling you have right now is my thinly veiled jealousy of the fact that you've ridden/raced with the hard bastids in VVV. That's THREE FUCKING V's, because a W for West is just two V's put together.)
@redranger
Things like this reaffirm my faith in the human race. Nice.
@frank
Did you know your bike #1 made it to Ryan T Keel's SLAMTHATSTEM web site?here
Or maybe I missed it.
@redranger
Tritard.
Yes! Love it! That was your term, right redranger?
@frank
I meant in the article title similar to the VVorkshop article.
The jealousy is mine for your upcoming trip. I experienced zero art, good food or history up close. Someday though, I'll take my boy, maybe watch the Ghent 6 get him his first bier.
@Harminator
Word.
@jimmy
Oh, I'm pickin' up what you're layin' down now. We'll miss you in Vlaanderen.
Raised as a European, I had my first beer at home with my dad after a 16-hour mountainbike ride in Sun Valley - I'm guessing I was maybe 12. Campfire-side. I had it in a goblet from Grumpies, but I've lost the glass, unfortunately.
I think that if you serve him his first beer when he's under-age and after a rockin' ride (like the six-days), you'll make alcohol such a different thing to him than all his douchebag friends that he'll never abuse it the way those kids do. It will just be a cool, mellow thing, not some crazy shit to get pissed on.
@frank
Next time, just ask, I could have linked it in seconds. He has a personal website where he boasts about his average performance in races and blames everything/one for not doing well.
I hate to think about the variety of down right scary images you came across when searching for that one.
@frank
Of course. Just fucking with you.
Anyone want to know what I just did?
Sold my tubular wheels online. Packed and sent this morning.
On TradeMe, NZ's fleabay, I just bought NOS Ambrosio Nemesis rims. 2 for 30 bucks from a local.
Universe is telling me something.