To keep chickens is to walk a path towards introspection. From the songs they sing after laying an egg (which I assume is “chicken” for “I’m Every Woman“) to the sheer glee they show when they find a worm in the mud, chickens provide a perfect example of living life in and for the moment. The most interesting aspect of their social interaction is whenever a new chicken is introduced into the flock: all of them freeze in place and stretch their necks out as high as they can, the winner presumably being the one whose head boasts the highest elevation.
As a Dutchman, I am born with the genuine belief that I can stretch my head higher than anyone in Belgium can. Where Americans make Polish jokes, the Dutch make Belgian jokes; we unrightly view them as a sloppy, dim-witted lot. Jokes of indoor airstrips, helicopters with ejection seats, and windshield wipers perplexingly installed inside the car windshield filled my youth and caused endless side-aches from laughter. This is all to say that I carry a healthy sense of superiority over our neighbors to the south with two notable exceptions: riding bikes and making beer.
Especially when it comes to riding bikes, Belgians have the market cornered on Rules #5 and #9, not to mention the entire lexicon pertaining to being Casually Deliberate and every Look Pro article not having to do with climbing, if you can ignore Lucien van Impe. But mostly, they own the art of riding Belgian Style.
Riding with hands on the hoods is a critical element of finding both power and comfort on our machines; it blends aerodynamics with leverage and casual cool like no other position does. The key to keeping from getting sore (or even numb) on a long ride is to constantly change positions; beyond the tops and drops the Belgians have explored the vast world of possibilities of riding on the hoods like no other group has. Learning from their lessons, we can distill the usual V points of reference:
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@The Grande Fondue
Great reminder of a great article. Still if you look at the drop to the drops from his saddle, that is about the 20cm I have from my saddle to stem so all I'm lower than him is the drop on the bars themselves (rotundos so not lots of drop)
@@blackpooltower
The best part is when Moser comes flying by. That's some grace on the stones.
Paaaaaaahh-reeeee, Rooooooooooo-bay.
@rfreese888
I saw that the first time on my birthday in the 80's or 90's and I was so totally devastated that Merckx didn't win. But now I love RdV and I'm devastated fuckn' Demeyer won. Cheap win, but I never appreciate the value of drafting.
@fignons barber
Trudat!
@unversio
I am pretty sure those are the ones I have; I will double check.
@John Liu
You can always get a mullet.
I couldn't work out why my bar tape was wearing on the tops at the curve, until I noticed my wristwatch bracelet clasp was in said same position, when doin' it Belgium styles! It is THE position, way faster , but a word of caution when standing up with your hands ON the hoods, it is a completely different position to hands BEHIND the hoods! Your body weight is a lot further forward and steering is very different. A light touch on the bars is also a great skill, never grip the bars (unless sprinting in the Final), you almost want them to 'float' in your hands so that they are able to move but only just, try climbing with your palms flat down and open on the tops this will engage your abs.
@wiscot
It surprises me sometimes how we are frustrated with how a race is won, rather than an all out 'results are all that matters' attitude. I mean, I don't condone gambling at all, but in horse racing I'm pretty sure no one gives a fuck how the horse wins, just that it crosses the line first.
Wheel sucking or no - there is no moral honour in the act, but to the victor the spoils. And in the case of someone like Gerrans, tactically holding someones wheel and outsprinting for the line is smarter racing than trying to lead out and losing. Because in the end you won. Right? Yes, it's right, but it is also so, so wrong.
It just loses honour with us fans I guess. As if cycling had a culture of honesty, integrity and gentlemanship/gentlewomanship to uphold...
Oh and re: heart attacks - a close family friend of some repute in the 70's advises most of his adversaries and friends from the peleton at that time have gone too soon. Someday someone should research the higher than average development of heart arrhythmias, as well as early life heart failure in cyclists, and whether it is the strain (Cortisol, immune reduction) or substance abuse...
@frank
If you aren't spending at least 25% of a hard ride on the drops, meditate on why, start doing some stretches or admit to yourself that you have slammed your stem entirely for aesthetic reasons.
@Ron
I have at least a half dozen different hand/finger placements I deploy on the hoods. 11 speed campagnolo offers so many comfortable options.
@antihero Lesson from martial arts - relax anything you don't need. Which in this case is just the legs, lungs. and a bit of brain.
@frank
Fair enough Frank but Chaka Khan used to gig with Miles Davis who thought she was the real deal. You may not like that song but Chaka is worthy of respect.
My current ride has flat bars so I've never been able to ride the drops - except at velodrome sessions.
However, my new #1 is coming in a couple of weeks. I'm tremendously excited.