JC Rolls dirty. Photo: AP Photo/Laurent Ciprian
We don’t like to talk about crashing. Talking about crashing before you crash feels a lot like tempting fate and talking about it after you crashed feels a lot like a fisherman bragging about his catch. But crashing is the worst part of our sport apart from getting hit by a car, which has all the worst part of crashing give or take a few tons of metal and possible disembodiment or death.
Waking up the morning after a crash is a feeling that can only be understood by someone who has woken up the morning after a crash. The wounds will have kept you up much of the night, not being able to sleep on one side (or both), which is somehow always your favorite side to sleep on. The lack of movement overnight will mean that the wounds themselves are tight and sore, and the force of the impact will have the result that you know the precise location of every organ within your torso.
Men don’t like to act like they’ve been hurt, unless they’re in a long-term relationship, in which case they will pretend anything hurts so long as no one aside from their partner is around. Under these same circumstances, they are highly susceptible to debilitating cases of Man Flu which require loads of coddling, soup, and beer in order to cure. Outside these two extenuating circumstances, we jump up from any accident and pretend nothing happened, like Inspector Clouseau. Pro Cyclists epitomize that spirit to the maximum, frequently coming off at speed, removing loads of skin, and hopping back onto their bicycles as if nothing happened.
Geraint Thomas, possibly the most Rule Compliant rider in the modern Peloton, epitomized that today with his crash:
Barguil just wiped me out. It was a tight right and he just came around on the inside and knocked me straight off the road. I got back up and started chasing.
Which is also the same thing he did when he got blown off the road in Gent-Wevelgem. Except this time he head-butted a telephone pole and highsided into a ravine first. The race doctor apparently asked him his name to test him for a concussion and he answered with, “Chris Froome.”
JC Peraud came off alone a few days back, for no reason that anyone can articulate other than, “a touch of wheels”, which is what we say whenever we crash for no reason, even when riding alone. He came off at speed, on some of the roughest tarmac imaginable. He was skinned alive, effectively. And, as with Geraint, he got up and not only finished the stage, but rejoined the field. Double stud with a side of Steak Tartare.
And those examples are just from the last three days of racing. The last three days.
Crashing is part of life as a Cyclist. We risk life, limb, and skin. We fall off, we climb back on. Crashing is learned; we know how to fall to minimize “important” damage. “He didn’t crash right,” we say, as if there were a mysterious way to crash right.
We don’t talk about crashing because as a Cyclist, if follows us everywhere we go. It is always there behind us, like the shadow we feel on the backs of our necks when we come up the basement stairs.
Talking about it only makes it real, and crashing is already as real as it needs to be.
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JCP's crash and GT crash recovery both prove how willing cyclists are willing to suffer. Evoked memories of Beloki's career ending hip shattering crash on the same descent. Hockey players are pretty bad ass also when it comes to competing while injured.
My wife is the "crasher" in the family. Including a pretty serious one in the 90s that required being medivac'ed via helicopter. But she always gets back on the bike. Three words: tough as nails. Three more: love my wife.
Not entirely true. This was in an ITV interview with the ever-brilliant Ned Boulting:
G said, "I'll probably have the doctor checking me in a moment to make sure my name and stuff".
Ned replied, "And what will you say?"
G immediately replied, "Chris Froome."
Other nuggets of hilarity from the interview were "A Frenchman—a nice Frenchman, some of them are nice—helped me out of the ditch…" and, right at the end of the interview (and this was the only thing he seemed remotely pissed off about), "Oh, and I lost my glasses! THEY DON'T EVEN MAKE THEM ANY MORE!"
I've said before, but I will repeat, that he has the character/humour of Cav and Wiggo (without the outbursts of dickishness) and the gentlemanliness and good nature of Froome (without being a bit boring).
@haddaway
Including a trip up the Mur de Huy in the yellow jersey, no less.
@frank
No comment.
@edster99
I have an idea. Half the pelteon has a TUE for athsma.
To be fair they are much harder men than I. But they get special rocket fuel in addition to being hardmen.
"On. On. On." - Tom Simpson, July 13, 1967 (often misquoted as "Put me back on my bike!")
A cyclist lives the spirit of "Never quit, never give up". Martin and Cancellara knew that so long as they were in the saddle and there was breath in their lungs the Maillot Jaune would finish the stage. Peraud continued to do his work, as did GT.
Each of us on the rides where we suffer, where we enter the cave and lose our flashlight, where the tenuous balance of gravity, friction, and momentum fail to align know in our very bones that so long as the bike works and the legs can turn... we will finish the ride.
VLVV
@DeKerr
Nice bit of prose. Unfortunately, such "skeletal knowledge" gained a bit too often.
@Julez
G is a proper wise ass. Such a cool guy for all the right reasons, except for the dodgy 'mo maybe. And that Welsh skull must be thick as that pole should have knocked him cold.
Try that without a fucking helmet! End of argument.