It doesn’t take a genius to see what’s going on here. Rule #5, Rule #9, Rule #10; every rider in this frame Looks Fantastic (most other Rules). The riders are in short sleeves and shorts while the public apparently has scavenged materials from rubbish bins and the local grain elevator in a very visually unpleasant effort to keep warm. When I visualize the 90’s, this photo pretty much shows what I see. (Why was the weather so crap in France during Big Mig’s reign? Only redeeming quality of his wins.)
What this photo also shows is the highest concentration of Les Maîtres de la Casquette, the masters of the Cycling cap, in recent recorded history. We discussed the art of wearing a Cycling Cap before, probably more often than necessary. Like all art, it begins with some founding principles, and then opens itself to the artist’s vision and expression. And like with art, there are The Masters.
In the art of wearing the revered casquette, we are guided by the Three Point System. From there, we are at liberty to express ourselves. In the days before helmets, the peloton was overflowing with masters of this studied art with an early style peak coinciding directly with the point of bushiest sideburns, but it has since all but died out. The last peak was in 1991, when Big Mig, Chiappucci, Bugno, Luc LeBlanc, and Richard Virenque were all at the height of their powers. Like the Jedi after the rise of the Sith, it is the responsibility of The Velominati to keep this art alive.
It also occurs to me in the state of high fever in which I write this, that the transcended Velominatus is always engaged in a Cycling-related activity which could possibly provide a release-clause for any accusation of a Rule #22 violation.
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@fignons barber
This! I have not been able to post a photo for a few days now at work or at home.
@Buck Rogers
Marc Madiot
@brett
DAMN! That's Madiot??? Never would have called that. Thanks, man!
@Buck Rogers
@brett
In 1991 no less.
(Captions didn't make it through somehow)
@Buck Rogers
Email me specifics - rouleur at you know where and I'll look into it. I tested it with an account like yours and it worked for me and others are posting, so not sure what the deal is.
FUCK me! Now it's working. You must have scared it into line!
Fucking Madiot in '85.
Brim should only be up when climbing steep gradients as you need to see the road ahead, this also means that sweat will run off the edges instead of dripping off the peak onto your stem. At all other times you should be riding fast enough and deep enough that wind pressure will not allow it up.
@Buck Rogers Without the context of the other photos, you'd swear he's enjoying a crafty ciggie while racing in that photo - which obviously while this would be extremely cool, is unlikely to be the case. Great photo - but seriously those conditions, shit when you have to clean your own bike.
@Giles
And the nice spectator lady in white standing ankle deep in shit. Fucking awesome.
@frank
While this photo below puts the de Kaiser at throttle sans Cap in a completing different perspective. That said only Pantani could get away with a bandana.