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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  • May I be so bold as to throw in a few Aussie cycling terms:
    The Mocka (after Russell Mockridge) - a race/course guide.
    "In on the Chop" or "In on the Joke" - where a break agrees to split race winnings amongst themselves, ie. in a break, those in on the joke will work together to stay away, etc., etc. The inherent subtleties and skullduggery of the Chop probably deserve their its own post. "Are we chopping it?"
    "Delivering the Mail" (think this is Oz): where one is zigagging up a climb due to the steepness and shortage of Rule 5.
    "All show and no go": self-explanatory and may very well be self-descriptive
    "Blew my doors off"
    etc etc

    Nothing to do with cycling but a few of my faves at the moment:
    Busier than a one legged man in an arse kicking contest.
    Mate, you couldn't organize a fuck in a monkey brothel if you walked in carrying a bag of bananas.

  • @lqdedison

    Kasseien and kinder kopjes are by far the most popular. Talking in amongst the dutch we tend to say kinder kopjes but when in Belgium the word kasseien most be spoken.
    The term kinder kopjes is interesting because among mountain bikers in the midwest the term baby heads is used quite often when referring to those annoying rocks that poke up from a smooth trail disrupting an otherwise smooth flowy ride. Not that I'm admitting to riding a mountain bike or being amongst mountain bikers that is.

    Nothing wrong with mountain biking. Every time I go out, though, I run into someone talking about baby heads and I always have to do the cartoon wha-wha-whah? until I reset and get what they're talking about.

    Some words are universal if you're a cyclist even if you don't speak said languages. I love it.

    And that is why we call it the language of the peloton; they are the words we use as cyclists. Nicely put!

  • @Paco
    Fantastic stuff; as a Dutch speaker myself, I'm very out of tune with the Dutch expressions for cycling, as I was raised in the States. I was really enjoying watching the Flemish coverage of the classics and was catching a lot of these little expressions. Chasse patate and Strijkijzer have to be my favorite. Surely there's a similar expression for someone who climbs poorly?

  • @Jeremy

    My favorite has to be from "The Rider" - 'J'ai vu ta lumiere dans ma jante' A rich language, French, that can spare a word like 'jante' for a meaning like rim. (p. 87)

    Favorite book about cycling, no question. Written by a Dutchman, of course. Fitting. Another great passage is where he's talking about so-and-so who got himself a 12-tooth cog; there he goes in his twelve, allez la douze.

    @nginther

    I mentioned this in the lexicon page but I should have waited for this article...
    Sprezzatura

    Sprezzatura, Italian for Casually Deliberate! Love it!

  • I'm simple folk, raised on the farm. I use the word fuck a lot in cycling. All that edjumacation never got rid of it.

  • I had never heard the term "sliders", sadly no doubt it will filter down here to Aust at some stage......

    I do like some of them euro expressions, must practice them.

    A fav of mine is "shelled"

    and I do like "Having a crack" which often results in being shelled.

  • @Oli

    @RedRanger
    Er, um, mong durr. :blush:

    You can call me Captain Obvious.

    Btw there is a place in Tempe that has these things called The Jewish Slider. It's got brisket, potato pancakes, cheese and brown grave. Those things are awesome.

  • @all,
    Here's a thing I think gets overlooked in the Peloton. The language barrier itself. If like most of us, you're not bi-lingual like Sir Fronk, it'd be tough. You're off in a break with Vino, Nibbles, and Jens say. How the fuck do you communicate? It's hard enough to get your point across in your native language while deep in the pain locker, but in Russian? Must be tough.

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