The Language of the Peloton

I can’t understand the American obsession with finger food in general and sliders in particular. Finger food, in its strict interpretation, should be food for your fingers, not food which is eaten with one’s fingers. While “finger food” is inaccurate as a generality, sliders are basically just hamburgers that never got the Rule #5 Talk. Burgers are meant to be big, juicy, and stop your heart in its tracks. It’s the American Way.

But the point is, despite Juliet’s assertion to the contrary, there is quite a bit in a name. Whereas the mere mention of “sliders” invokes some level of anger within me, there may be a few people around who actually like the name quite a lot; perhaps it makes them feel like eating four tiny burgers is healthier than eating a single giant one, as though it will somehow make their blood flow faster through their presumably already-clogged arteries.

Being bilingual gives one a view into the use of words that people who speak only one language would struggle to have. Not that being bilingual makes you any better at communicating; quite the oposite, in fact. I find that words and letters are very fluid for me and I tend to work with a general “sense” of what a particular word’s definition might be while monolingual people understand quite well what specific words mean and what order letters are intended to arrive in. As it turns out, knowing a word’s precise definition can be helpful in certain situations, such as when one is attempting to use it in a sentence.

But speaking more than one language (I also speak a smattering of French and a crippling amount of German) gives one a glimpse into the beautiful depth of expression that can be found in a simple jumble of letters. And this is where having a general rather than concrete sense of a word’s definition becomes a beautiful thing; I can guess the meaning of a word or sentence and not be bothered by the accuracy of my impression while still getting the meaning of what is being said. I’m then at liberty to allow my imagination to add layers of meaning atop my sense, giving a beautiful depth to a simple word. Its one of those beautiful moments in life when being wrong can be much more enjoyable than being right.

The sport of Cycling has very rich language that surrounds it. Because of the Continental influence during its formative years, it has obtained this richness by incorporating expressions from several languages including French, Italian, and Flemish. I’ve learned from speaking and learning to varying degrees of failure some of these languages, that American English is actually a relatively inexpressive language. American English is usually focussed on giving meaning to things and actions while European languages, while doing much of the same, will modify words slightly to also convey some spirit that surrounds the intention of their use.

Its not surprising, then, that when we speak of our sport, we generally turn to the Continental terms in order to describe the more subtle properties we’re trying to convey. Ten of my favorites are below; the list is painfully brief.

  • Grimpeur. French for one who goes well uphill, normally with the grace of an angel.
  • Rouleur. French for one who goes well on the flat, normally with the grace of an angel.
  • La Volupte. French for a fleeting moment of perfect harmony and clarity found aboard a bicycle.
  • Le Fringale. French for hunger knock or bonking. Which of these would you prefer to have?
  • Á bloc. French for riding all-out, hammering, or firing off the Guns. The only English expression that rivals it’s beauty is to say one is riding on the rivet.
  • Hellingen. Flemish for short, steep climbs. No English version of “hill” or climb will ever contain the word “hell”.
  • Grinta. Italian for “tough”. In Dutch, the word for gravel is “grint”. Grinta conjures up visions of someone who has gravel in their gut.
  • Sur la Plaque. French for moving into plate – the big ring.
  • Un Jour Sans. French for “a day without”, or a day when the legs don’t seem to respond to what the mind is telling them.
  • Il Posizione. Italian for the position on the bike where a rider can hammer on the pedals to go faster with less effort.

 

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • @Wayne Schimmelbusch

    @frank
    Answer me this: why isn't there a word en Français for a sprinter? Or is there? We have grimpeurs, rouleurs, puncheurs, but no word for sprinters. Is it because, ultimately, the sprinters lack panache, with the result that they are unmeritorious of a monicker?

    Someone might need to correct me on this, but I thought it was Sprinteur?

  • @wiscot

    I like the Flemish (or is it Dutch) massaspurt for bunch sprint. So much more expressive and a great metaphor. Palmares is another good one - better than "list of results." Kelly slips it into his commentary quite often.

    To my ear, massaspurt sounds like a niche skill a male pornstar might have.

  • Great article Frank! First for what you wrote, and second because you've given us the opportunity to write and to learn the words we love in every language we like.
    Some Italian words are not spelled correctly but it don't mind they still sound great.
    My personal favourite is "scatto", and is exactly what Bartoli do at 0:55 of this video.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXcJWZyZ_Bo

  • "Strade" is a fantastic word. Cool enough as to be even included in the title of a soon to be classic. And when qualified with the word "bianche" afterword denotes a Sense of Place and conjures up vivid images. That said, "gravel" and "graveling" do it for me too as the English equivalent.

  • Bonus - this great Phil quote:


    "Sean Kelly has the bit in his teeth ... try as he may, HE CANNOT find a bigger gear on the bicycle ... there IS no bigger gear to be found!!! ...." Phil's working himself into a lather watching Sean Kelly, in a two-man break into Pau in an early-80s TdF: (added 3-Aug-99)

    LOVE it and can hear it in my head just reading it. I also love it when he goes crazy and starts yelling, "Look at the FACE on that man" when some pro is killing himself in the race.

  • @Marko
    But the irony of il strade is that that is what everything was as our sport was entering the golden age. Now they have to point it out and name a race after it.

  • Italian is about the only european stock I lack. But those folks have some fantastic terms. Scalatore is one of my favs.
    English is more than 5x the size of French (in words), perhaps because of items like "Tout à droite"--perfect, direct, clear, simple.

  • @Pedale.Forchetta

    Great article Frank! First for what you wrote, and second because you've given us the opportunity to write and to learn the words we love in every language we like.Some Italian words are not spelled correctly but it don't mind they still sound great.My personal favourite is "scatto", and is exactly what Bartoli do at 0:55 of this video.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXcJWZyZ_Bo

    Ahhh, Michele Bartoli. Still my favourite rider ever, he could frustrate and delight in equal measure but ALWAYS with sprezzatura.

    NAME DROP COMING...Genuinely nice guy, i met him at a dinner once in Milan and he sent me a signed postcard at Chrstmas after his Italian Road Championship, must have been the English Bitter i told him he needed to drink more of! I still have it at home. That and a signed Boardman picture, post Hour Record. Actually i must dig out all that stuff, an intersting Sunday awaits.

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