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Having Good Legs

Philippe Gilbert’s Weapons

One great mystery remains in this cycling world. I’ve been a cyclist for over thirty years and I still can’t buy a clue. Remember those rides where very early on, as you roll out of a parking lot, or just away from your house, you notice you have good legs. You need verification and after a proper warm up the feeling is still there, to quote Ryder Hesjedal, “the legs are mint”. And by saying good legs I mean untouchable, inexhaustible, Le Blaireau legs. Legs you can use with extreme prejudice on your friends and enemies all day long. I can count on one hand the number of times that has happened in thirty years. Don’t tell your friends, it’s like having four aces in your hand, keep your mouth shut and let it all play out. On your next group ride, regard everyone’s faces as you let them ride through. Does anyone have good legs? Look for the rider who is quietly sitting in the paceline with a confident telling smirk on his or her face. George Hincapie recalled it as if pedaling with no chain. It’s some magic elusive mojo.

As a cyclists your legs are your tools, your currency. Professional cyclists talk about their legs as if they were not their own. They have legs hung up in a garage, many sets, most of them bad, some OK and only one pair that are good. Unfortunately which set gets installed on any given day is a mystery to everyone. Science has not solved this one or if they have they are sitting on it, maybe Contador has solved it. The more you ride the better your chances are of having good legs. But the amount of recovery riding, rest and diet all go into a formula so complex it has yet to be solved. I used to pay a lot of attention to my abstemious Saturday nights, hoping that the proper dinner and no drinking would bring on a good Sunday ride. Of course my friends were actually drinking beers, having fun and still riding fine the next day. I guess Anquetil had it right, steak tartare washed down with beers works just fine.

When professionals are riding that wave of good form (think Philip Gilbert, the 2011 version) do they have killer legs every day or can they just always summon the strength to crush? I think having good form means all your physical systems are honed up to the highest possible efficiency. Having good legs is more mysterious. It’s an unexpected event, the result of still unknown forces in the body. What happens on the morning of the Worlds Road Race when you get the message from the engine room that you have the good legs installed, what then? It must be every cyclists dream to have those magical good legs on such a day. It must feed into a confidence loop, thinking you have great legs removes the usual doubts, gives one the confidence to try things one might not otherwise dare. I’m bridging up to the front and then I’m going to ride away. I’ve got good legs.

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  • Excellent Article...I was lucky enough to get my "good legs" only 3 weeks ago....unfortunately it was on a training ride with a friend who barely breaks sweat when riding with me and therefore took this "half wheeling" personally and proceeded to rip my "good legs" off....I have not seen them since!

    One correction, I believe that Jacques Anquetils "good legs" were so prevalent not from drinking but more likely the fact that he was sleeping with someone else's wife and ultimately having children with her daughter!!!

    Now that's real training :)

  • @Deakus

    Excellent Article...I was lucky enough to get my "good legs" only 3 weeks ago....unfortunately it was on a training ride with a friend who barely breaks sweat when riding with me and therefore took this "half wheeling" personally and proceeded to rip my "good legs" off....I have not seen them since!

    One correction, I believe that Jacques Anquetils "good legs" were so prevalent not from drinking but more likely the fact that he was sleeping with someone else's wife and ultimately having children with her daughter!!!

    Now that's real training :)

    The Anquetil method wouldn't work with the state of my back

  • excellent article.  i thought it was just me. i don't know why one day i will climb like a lion, the next  day i will climb like a cripple.  the days i have where my legs work like they should seem to be few and far between.

    also...nice use of the word abstemious.

  • oh, and i would much rather have the worst legs of Pantani than my best ever legs times five. 

  • @Deakus

    "One correction, I believe that Jacques Anquetils "good legs" were so prevalent not from drinking but more likely the fact that he was sleeping with someone else's wife and ultimately having children with her daughter!!!"

    You may be onto something. It seemed to work for Tiger Woods: dominating a sport and much extramarital sex. I don't have that much testosterone to spare. I need all I have just to power my compact crank, as it were.

  • This is a fantastic piece, man. It stands among your finest work here. Chapeau. My legs have always been spindly, gangly, and akimbo. This might have something to do with the reason William and the other KT attendees kept calling me Bradly. It was either that or the sideburns. Not sure. Anyway, I feel like I'm doing something right when I start to get compliments from the ladies. It's that time of summer and people are starting to take notice. I need to check my ego.

  • @ErikdR

    Very nice write-up, Gianni. I guess the mystery of the Good Legs makes cycling all the more fascinating (as if it wasn't awesome enough to begin with... ) - and memories of 'Good Leg Days' can certainly linger for a very long time.

    During one of the long summer hoidays that I used to spend riding with the same friends, most members of our little group were tall, lanky diesels like myself, but there was also one short, sinewy little pocket rocket who was a real 'grimpeur'. Whenever the road started pointing seriously upward, he would simply leave all of us mere mortals behind and streak up the hill by himself. Always. Until one magical day in the Alps, where I could actually go with him. I asked him afterwards if he was having 'Bad Legs' that particular day, but he insisted that he had felt perfectly OK - but that he had been very surprised to see me alongside.

    Never happened before; never happened since (well, not quite in the same 'dramatic' way, anyway...). And I still haven't a clue what the hell had gotten into me that day. (On second thought, it is possible that I was the only one in our group who had ordered steak for dinner the night before - Of the miraculous Spanish variety, perhaps?) Naahh, just kidding. It remains an utter mystery to me, and I actually like it that way...

    Yep, that's what I was trying to express too. Once in a while the legs are mint and then, poof, gone. For reasons we don't understand. I'm glad this mystery adds to your enjoyment of cycling. Maybe I should try steak tonight, my wife is away, she will never read this.

  • @Gianni

    @Deakus

    "One correction, I believe that Jacques Anquetils "good legs" were so prevalent not from drinking but more likely the fact that he was sleeping with someone else's wife and ultimately having children with her daughter!!!"

    You may be onto something. It seemed to work for Tiger Woods: dominating a sport and much extramarital sex. I don't have that much testosterone to spare. I need all I have just to power my compact crank, as it were.

    That's one of them thar dubble ontondree's, ain't it?

  • @metalface

    nice one. I hope we see Gilbert running his 2011 game in the TDF this year...

    Incidentally I had pretty bad legs yesterday on a ride w ~1700m climbing. Then I got home and saw this, and wept: http://app.strava.com/rides/11611893

    my post included just one hill climb from that epic ride tot illustrate the point. but yeah...

  • @Gianni

    @Deakus

    "One correction, I believe that Jacques Anquetils "good legs" were so prevalent not from drinking but more likely the fact that he was sleeping with someone else's wife and ultimately having children with her daughter!!!"

    You may be onto something. It seemed to work for Tiger Woods: dominating a sport and much extramarital sex. I don't have that much testosterone to spare. I need all I have just to power my compact crank, as it were.

    I'll let Mrs Engine know that this is the way to sporting success...

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