This photo is perhaps the greatest of all time; it shows The Prophet riding in the 1969 Ronde van Vlaanderen, kit and machine perfect. Rule #9 conditions in abundance. He’s gone off the front with some 80km left to race, which predictably sent his directeur into a rage. Ordered to return to the bunch, Merckx calmly suggested he go screw himself. It would be a dishonor to sit up and wait for the bunch when there was still strength in his legs. He stayed away to the finish.
Long, kamikaze breakaways were his bread and butter. The idea that he might wait for the last climb or make a shrewd tactical move were completely foreign to him; whether in the leaders jersey or not, if his legs itched, he pushed on the pedals and left the bunch behind – no matter how far it was to the finish and how great his lead already was. That is class. That is panache That is an example for the conservative modern rider. Classy, stylish, obsessive, meticulous, and devastatingly tough. The Prophet was a unique animal, the perfect combination of what lies at the core of the Velominati and The V. We each endeavor to uphold the standard he laid down during his career and since.
The Keepers would like to join each of you today in celebrating Festum Prophetae, the birth of the greatest Cyclist and our Prophet, Eddy Merckx. It is customary for the Velominati honor this day in a manner befitting him, and we invite you all to share with us how you chose to.
Thanks go to each of you for being a part of this community and helping make this site a worthwhile place to visit and share in our collective love for Cycling. Cycling is much more than a sport; it is a lifestyle and a conduit for us to become better people. Without each of you helping in your way to share in the experience, this place has no meaning.
Vive la Vie Velominatus, and Merry Festum Prophetae, one and all. A-Merckx.
As a special gift on this most festive day, we present the newly anointed Rule #92:
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@scaler911
Thanks. No secrets, it's getting Record 11 (except a Chorus FD, don't see the point of a carbon FD plate), my Nemesis wheel set, 3T Rotundos, fizik saddle and seat pin.
@scaler911
Careful, you might be insulting @Marcus by excluding him from the "most venomous shit on the planet" list.
@Mikael Liddy
Nice. My guys like watching bike races. There was a phase when they were two that they both called the peleton the "choo choo train."
@Ron Thanks Ron, and congrats on the anniv.
@Collin
A noble way to celebrate, indeed! The weather was truly a bugger this year. Congratulations from the west side of the state.
After months of lurking and reading here, I decided that the Festum Prophetae was a good time to join up and interact a bit.
Father's day having delayed my Festum activities, I watched the weather radar heralding Rule #9 conditions on 6/17. After work, and waiting for the lighting to be a few km off, I set off to pay my respects in the rain. Merckx must have approved, because after 15 minutes of blissfully ignoring getting drenched I was treated to a stop to the rain, 23C temps, and a drying road. I was left to finish my weeknight hour in the best weather I can recall riding in all year.
@Collin
Chapeau
@Deakus
And one to maintain Omerta...
What I did yesterday: covered breaks for my teammate that's high in the series (and attacked. a lot):
I celebrated Festum Prophetae with a trip to the Marymoor velodrome on my new steel track steed.
Rode Belgian Style for the whole of the club run.
Late on this but...
Just nitpicking that when The Prophet makes a long solo break, kamikaze is the wrong word.
Homicide maybe. I prefer manslaughter.