Didi Thurau, front and center
I have gone off before about choosing your parents wisely. I wish I had been paying more attention as a youth when those options were discussed.
When I saw Bjorn Thurau in the break in Amstel Gold I thought, damn, that kid is tall, he is like mini-Phinney. He is in more ways that one; his dad is Dietrich “Didi” Thurau. This is another kid who has chosen his parents well, certainly his dad. Didi Thurau was the golden boy from Germany on the mighty TI-Raleigh juggernaught of the 1970s.
Both the professional men’s and women’s squads have riders with famous parents. Roxanne Knetemann, I assume of noble birth. There are a few Van der Poels, a Roche, a Van Hooydonk, a Battaglin (?) and from the US, besides the mini-Phinney, Peter Stetina. It makes perfect sense, many kids go into the the family business. And probably no better or no worse than other parents encouraging a child to do what they did. Son, you could do worse than accounting…thanks, Da.
Lord knows being Axel Merckx can’t have been a lot of fun. He had a solid professional career but it would have been impossible to ride out from under that huge shadow no matter how good he was. Mini-Phinney, with his super-hybrid genes, should be out-riding everyone in a road race then adding another 100 meters with a terrific solo sprint. That is, if genes were everything. Sean Kelly may have had some genetically endowed fast-twitch legs but it was the single minded willingness to sacrifice all parts of a comfortable normal life to be a serious professional cyclist. Was that handed down or just there, waiting to blossom?
I’ve got no answers, as usual, but as much as I would love to have ass kicking genes, I don’t, but I can’t let that deter me from always enjoying riding, training and suffering. That’s what any cyclist does, it doesn’t get easier, some just go faster.
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@brett
Are you talking about Sébastien Hinault? If so, he's no relation to Bernard. I'm fairly confident in saying that neither of the Badger's boys are bike racing in any sort of serious fashion.
@Oli
Damn, trust someone to prove me wrong with facts.
@Oli
Well, I'm pretty sure it IS his son, and he was so ashamed of him not winning anything he disowned him and denied any knowledge of his existence, and forbade the other two from going anywhere near a bicycle, unless they wanted a punch in the head.
Maybe kinder Zabel was being held back by the shame associated with that yellow thing around his wrist.
@brett
Okay, we'll go with that then.
Or how about the two brothers Danny and Boy van Poppel? Both professional cyclists; both sons of the mid-eighties-to-mid-nineties sprinting missile Jean-Paul van Poppel. As for their mother, Leontine van der Lienden? An Olympic cyclist in 1984, FFS. Genetic doping indeed.
Nice one, Gianni!
@ErikdR
..and Jean Paul and Miriam Melchers have some gene dopage potential for sure.
@Oli
Hinault's sons are called Alexandre and Mickael. Smart boys who chose other professions than the one their father pursued. Impossible to live up to what their pere accomplished. Nigel Kelly also picked another profession.
@Barracuda
Lucky you. me: father-accountant, mother-mother, thus my constant cursing of the gods of genetic-doping.
@ErikdR
Shiet, of course, I forgot about the van Poppels. Especially, Boy. What do we name this one? I dunno, what is it? Boy. Close enough.
My dad was an excellent sportsman; playing decent amateur standard football, rugby, cricket etc etc. Think he was also alright at golf. I sadly, inherited none of his co-ordination and dexterity, but what I did get were the fast-twitch muscles that also made him a good sprinter.
Unsurprisingly, I'm good at sports which require explosive strength but not too much of an emphasis on co-ordination; rock climbing, cycling.