I’ve been doing fasting rides on the weekend, before breakfast and maybe also before lunch, depending on how long the ride is. The longer the ride, the lower the intensity. Also the more likely I am to meet my old friend, the Man with the Hammer. I might bring an Emergency Gel, in its glass tube, but I never use it, no matter how enthusiastic his visit is.
I love the hollow feeling you get just before his visits; it sharpens your senses and brings out an awareness that is hard to achieve with a sated belly. I’ve read that mountaineers experience euphoric hallucinations when they are on the verge of collapse, high up on some Merckx-forsaken snowy mountaintop. Similarly, La Volupté seems to make her appearances just prior to our own collapse, like a siren calling our ship to the rocks where her lover lies in wait with hammer lifted high.
The impulse is strong to avoid the dreaded bonk; we feel weak and if we’re riding in a group we will be unable to hold the wheel in front of us. It is not a pleasant experience. But when we continue riding in this state, the body will eventually adjust and find a way to carry on, albeit at a lower pace. Where prior to the collapse we felt a special awareness, afterwards there is a special numbness; a cloudy haze clings to us, insulating us from external stimuli. There is only us, the bike, and the road before us.
In these moments, the body becomes an automaton; the mind still works but its connection to the legs has been severed. The hands push the shifters and pull on the brakes as needed almost without influence from the head. This is for the simple reason that thinking is the least valuable thing one can do at times like this. Thinking will only lead one to become aware of the suffering. Thinking will only lead to wondering why we are putting ourselves through this. Thinking will only lead us to consider making a phone call to be collected in a heap at the roadside.
None of those thoughts will make us a better Cyclist.
I have had my espresso this morning; I am ready to ride. I look out the window and see the rain drawing its shifting patterns on the street outside my house. My phone tells me what the temperature is, but it does not tell me how cold it is. Only the ride will tell me how cold it is.
Today, I set out to meet my old friend once again; the rain will make his visit all the more brutal. Today is a good day to ride.
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@Oli
Nice one, Oli.
Well yeah, if you're not getting the occasional bonk, then you're not pushing yourself hard enough. No pun intended. Think it was Guy Martin said (in relation to motorcycle road racing): if you're not crashing, you're not going hard enough. Same kind of thing really. I'm no stranger to the man with the hammer, believe me, but I wouldn't go out of my way to meet him.
Thought the top photo looked recent at first glance, but then is that a delta rear brake? 89-90?
@universo
Has he got seriously skinny arms or are those leg warmers?
They're the arms off a tryathlete wetsuit, by the looks of them.
I wanna see more of that engraved Delta...
@wiscot
I’ve also run across Chioccioli’s account that his own team was denying him the race that year. His support car went back to help another Del Tongo rider at the critical moments of this stage. Who knows, his directeur sportif may have stuffed a leg into those arm warmers before handing them to Chioccioli.
@universo
Yeah, for some reason, despite having a man in pink, the Del Tongo DS was back with Flavio Giupponi (who eventually finished 4th overall) instead of being with their main man. Crazy! I could understand it if the rider in pink was non Italian, but he was Italian! Chioccioli said was was only 40 seconds down on Hampsten at the Gavia summit and that with proper support and gear he could have kept pink. Gotta love the Giro!
@DavyMuur
Disregard. Just twigged the other photos/comments. Got to stop having these blonde moments!
While new to cycling, I'm not sure I've ever really met The man with The hammer, but I'm pretty sure I've been in his neighborhood. Great read Frank, thanks!
The man with the hammer 500 meter from top of mont ventoux could not push the pedal anymore......Nothing nice for me. MWTH not good news for me i need to stop and refueling.
Great article
@Ron
Oh fuck, that is funny! I have never seen that version before. Now I'll quietly exit before setting of the "Swim, Bike, Run ... We're good at none" debates!
@universo
I'm willing to go. Sponsorship anyone ?