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The A.C. Enigma

With the Spring Classics now turning to debates over motorized doping and the hardman’s GT over, perhaps it’s time to start turning our gaze toward the Tour de France. Sure, there’s some sure-to-be good racing between now and then, but who cares? The TdF is next up on the VSP and we here at Velominati need to start conjuring up picks.

When Alberto Contador won the Vuelta in 2008 I was pretty excited for the guy.  I walked down the hall to a fellow cycling fan and colleague’s office after reading the race report on VeloNews and asked if he’d heard.  “Dude, Contador just won the Vuelta!” I said.  “That’s the past three consecutive Grand Tours he’s entered and three consecutive wins, really impressive. (15 months to be accurate but who’s counting)  Guys just don’t do shit like that anymore!”  And now he’s four for four.

But oh if things were that simple for me.  Pesky investigations, rumors and accusations stemming from Operation Puerto led to subsequent inquisitions of El Pistolero.  This eventually led to both the UCI and Spanish courts issuing statements that no legal action or sanctions would be pursued.  Later his new team, Astana, was banned from the Tour in 2008 because Veino was doped to the gills and swung through the Jiffy Lube for a 20 minute oil change the year before.  And then the whole media-fueled shitstorm started with that guy from Texas joining Astana.  Blech!  Trying to ignore the A.C. – L.A. drama of last year’s Tour was probably about as difficult as riding the Tour itself.  If anyone managed to get through the Tour without hearing about that B.S. they deserve an honorary Maillot Jaune and a kiss from two podium girls.

Throughout all this, perhaps even in spite of all this, A.C. continued to win races.  Okay so he didn’t make the podium at Paris-Nice last year, a race he won in 2007 and again this year.  The coverage would make one think that a 4th place finish in the Race to the Sun was disgraceful and that he’d lost his touch.  He bonked and bonked hard on the sixth stage.  But with wins at Volta a Algarve, Vuelta a Pais Vasco, a podium finish at the Dauphine, and becoming the Spanish National TT champion, A.C. was proving himself to be the best all-arounder in the peloton.

So what are the impressions we get of Contador?  Bruyneel has tossed out mixed messages.  On the one hand he’s the most explosive and gifted climber he’s ever seen.  On the other he’s some type of prima donna who rides for himself.  I would too after having to buy my own TT wheels and proving myself to be the strongest rider in the peloton only to be treated like a neo-pro.  Of course don’t even bother asking a Livestronger about Alberto.  Anyone who get’s in the way of another coronation for The Boss (read COTHO) has got to be arrogant, selfish, and just plain mean.  Okay, so Contador’s pistol shot salute is sort of lame and contrived but so what?  It’s a hell of lot better than playing telephone.  And he’s certainly not the most entertaining guy in interviews.  But I haven’t seen anything that makes him out to be anything other than pragmatic and perhaps even introspective.   He actually seems kind of chill.

In a recent interview in Cycle Sport America, David Millar had a few things to say about Contador (of course, Millar has a few things to say about a lot) . The gist was that Alberto went to war against Johan and Lance last year both in the press and on the road.  He won on both fronts.  He also spoke of the respect A.C. is garnering in the peloton, his strength on the bike, and the perseverance he’s maintained through all this.  On that classic bonk and subsequent stage in 2009’s P-N, he had this to say:

When you watch a race, you want to believe riders can stay away in a break.  That’s what’s exciting. It does still happen, like with Contador in the last stage of Paris-Nice (2009).  He’d been humiliated the day before.  He got the hunger knock and blew his nuts off.  Lost the jersey and was lying third or fourth.  Tragedy.  I said, ‘Watch Alberto go tomorrow.  First mountain.’ Nobody believed me. I said, ‘He will, he will, it’s Alberto.’  First Mountain, he went, from the bottom.  That’s old school.  His team didn’t set him up, he just went.  There were still 100k to go.  He attacked the whole peloton and he was still away at the end.

We saw this on the much bigger stage of last year’s Tour as well.  After getting caught out of a decisive split in stage three the L.A. show was supposedly on.  If you believed 1/3 of the guys on Versus and most everyone else you would’ve thought El Pistolero was now second fiddle.  Lance’s smart riding aside, THIS WAS ONLY STAGE THREE PEOPLE!   Enter the Arcalis.  A.C. took off to the consternation of the entire Astana team and  1/3 of the guys calling the race on Versus and turned a 20 second deficit into a 2 second lead over his soon-to-be-former teammate.   He was letting it be known that he was the strongest rider on the Astana team and the whine fest was on.

So what can we say more objectively about Contador?  Well, his light-as-a-feather climbing style has been compared to Charly Gaul and Marco Pantani.  Suffice it to say, there’s not another rider in the peloton who can really compete, day in, day out, with Alberto in the mountains.  He’s proven he can rip a TT course as well.  His performance in last year’s final ITT at the Tour was decisive.  Maybe he’s not the greatest at reading a race or making it into all the splits but I’m afraid to say that those are dying skills.  With race radios and directors barking orders into a headset non-stop, what rider really needs to think for himself?   And as far as needing a strong team to win this year, let’s not forget last year.  I’m not entirely convinced he needs a squad of super-domestiques to pull him through the Tour.  Maybe just a few solid riders will do.

When A.C. won the Vuelta in ’08 and pulled off the virtual Grand Tour trifecta I was a fan.  Then, for reasons I don’t fully understand, I thought I didn’t like him.  Then I was confused about why I was trying not to like El Pistolero.  I really still don’t know what to think of the guy. I guess I’m indifferent towards him. Regardless of what I or any of you think, the promise that he’ll continue to ride with dominance on the climbs and strength in the TT is going to shape the Tour this year .  This time, it’d be nice if there were a few guys who could keep up.   It’s not his fault he wins races, it’s everyone else’s.  Trying to beat Alberto and win the GC is what’s going to make this year’s Tour exciting, not a comeback, not a team leadership struggle, and certainly not a cat fight in the media.

Marko

Marko lives and rides in the upper midwest of the States, Minnesota specifically. "Cycling territory" and "the midwest" don't usually end up in the same sentence unless the conversation turns to the roots of LeMond, Hampsten, Heiden and Ochowitz. While the pavé and bergs of Flanders are his preferred places to ride, you can usually find him harvesting gravel along forest and farm roads. He owes a lot to Cycling and his greatest contribution to cycling may forever be coining the term Rainbow Turd.

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  • @david
    Do you recommend blatant and unashamed ass-kissing as the best and quickest way for me to move up from being a level 4 velominatus?

    It seems to work for you?

  • Oh, Marcus, that is just so unfair. I've been battling against frank, the Velominati, and the aesthetes at this site for three weeks. It is true, I love this site. God bless frank. It is also true I'm going to call frank on his aetheticism, as I at least attempted to do in the remark: "The white accents, . . . are just dashing!" That was at least an attempt at sarcasm. "Accents", are things fashion models worry about, and only gay fashionistas would use the word "dashing".

  • Having said that, I just noticed that even frank's eyeglass rims are white. Damn, frank is the man for cycling fashion. I should send my own teammates to him, because they just designed the most godawful kit I've ever seen. And, I'm going to have to wear it.

  • @david
    if I ever get back on my bike, I will have the same problem with my club. The kit used to be great, got a bit dated and then was updated and it's fucking hideous. Not a decent designer amongst them, or designed by committee. Still, being long-distance club-members, me & the wife aren't close enough or involved enough to complain too loudly.

    "Dashing", hmmm. I quite like that word, I think it requires more use whether it makes me a gay fashionista or not.

  • @Jarvis

    @david

    Isn't "dashing" a steampunky kind of word? Should be OK on those grounds, shouldn't it - at least when used with sufficient irony (as I think / hope it was, above)?

    @roadslave
    I dunno about the Jolly Naughty Twig. In his favour: he is pretty awesome in the TT's and (now) the mountains; he provided great entertainment last year; Brett is the only person in the world who thinks he's juiced; his team strip is cool; his bike is cool; his teammates include Greg Henderson and Eddy. Against: the whole "See ya, Jonathan" saga was pretty lacking in class (however understandable in monetary terms); there seem to be almost as many words written about him (and, bizarrely, his fucking team bus) by an increasingly frothy English-based media as there are written about You Know Who from the other side of the Atlantic; those sideburns; that hair. On balance, I'm a fan - but he'll never be Motorcus.

  • Geof :@Jarvis
    @david
    Isn't "dashing" a steampunky kind of word? Should be OK on those grounds, shouldn't it - at least when used with sufficient irony (as I think / hope it was, above)?

    Only when followed directly by "derring-do," though maybe that's more Edwardian than Victorian. Because that, you know, really makes it sound, like, tougher.

  • @frank

    Because dapper dandy sounds so much better? That does sound more appropriate, especially given your earlier references to your non-cycling haberdashery. I think, though, we're drifting this thread into uncomfortable territory. Those hounds at our heels are invoking Rule #5.

  • @frank

    Oh, Frank, no. Rule #5 doesn't come in a syringe. It's either already in your blood or it's not there. Ever. It's like grace: either you have it you don't. I have no grace. But I like the burn and pain in legs and lungs that fatigue on the bike brings with it. And I like looking into the souls of the people riding with me and ripping them out with a wink and an extra, transcendental kick as we all reach our threshold. You can dope for strength, speed, and endurance. But you can't dope for hard (well, technically, you can, but those are blue pills and they're for something completely different). And you can't dope for heart. That you of all people should have to ask: now I'm depressed. And more confused than I was before I stumbled upon this blog. This was a beacon of light"”of hope"”for the weary, beleaguered rider. But now I just don't know...

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