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June meeting06/12/01Tyler Bicycle Club meeting, 7:00 p.m. at the Tyler Chamber of Commerce building at the corner of Broadway and Line, in downtown Tyler NEXT RUDE DOG TIME TRIALS-JUNE 7, JULY 12 6:30 AT SANDY BEACH. . SPIKE SAYS:BE THERE OR GRRRRR!! (IVE WORKED UP AN APPETITE CHASING BIKES ALL DAY!)
Anonymous This article circulated last year towards the end of the Tour. It was attributed to Kelmes Colombian climber, Santiago Botero, but he has denied any links to it. Nonetheless is a very nice piece and it puts cycling into perspective
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I recall thinking 'the Gringo cannot catch me by himself'. A short while later, I hear the gears on another bicycle. Within seconds, the Gringo is next to me - riding in the seated position, smiling at me. He was only next to me for a few seconds and he said nothing - he only smiled and then proceeded up the mountain as if he were pedaling downhill. For the next several minutes, I could only think of one thing - his smile. His smile told me everything. I kept thinking that surely he is in as much agony as me, perhaps he was standing and struggling up the mountain as I was and he only sat down to pass me and discourage me. He has to be playing games with me. Not possible. The truth is that his smile said everything that his lips did not. His smile said to me, 'I was training while you were sleeping, Santiago'. It also said, 'I won this tour four months ago, while you were deciding what bike frame to use in the Tour. I trained harder than you did, Santiago. I don't know if I am better than you, but I have outworked you and right now, you cannot do anything about it. Enjoy your ride, Santiago. See you in Paris.' Obviously, the Gringo did not state any of this. But his smile did dispel a bad rumor among the riders on the tour. The rumor that surfaced as we began the Prologue several days ago told us that the Gringo had gotten soft. His wife had given birth to his first child and he had won the most difficult race in the world - He had no desire to race, to win. I imagine that his smile turned to laughter once he was far enough not to embarrass me. The Gringo has class, but he heard the rumors - he probably laugh all the way to Paris. He is a great champion and I must train harder. I am not content to be a great climber, I want to be the best. I learned much from the Gringo in the mountains. I will never forget the helpless feeling I had yesterday. If I ever become an international champion, I will always remember the lesson the Gringo taught me."
Beauty and the Beast 2001 has gone by, and a good bunch of us are in need of a break from volunteer work. We need a vacation! Well, by the time you read this, a group of TBC members (Im included) will be riding the Natchez Trace in Tennessee, Alabama, and Mississippi. Youll hear all about it in our next Spoke Signal. The Texas Bicycle Coalition reports that the Matthew Brown Act has passed the senate and is awaiting the governors signature to become law. Also, Bad Bike Bill 238 has died in committee and is comatose for the remainder of this year. However, it is there waiting for the right opportunity to come back to life. This is where we come in, and this is a good time for some soul searching. The Advocate, the newsletter for the Texas Bicycle Coalition, contains several letters in which cyclists are critical of other cyclists for their arrogance and defiance on the roads. When we are trying to get cars to share the road, some of us are guilty of not sharing the road. When we hear car back, we need to go single file and let the cars pass. Courtesy and a friendly disposition will go a long way in keeping our 2-lane roads open for cyclists. 04/05 05/03 TT #1 TT #2
Riding solo for several years before entering a tour resulted in being strong enough to not really know or even think about what was going on at the rear of a tour. This year's Beauty and the Beast was an enlightening experience. Precisely when Bill Cornelius announced only ten minutes before the start, the rear tire on my bike blew. Three miles into the tour it blew again, and in about another mile, you guessed it, my third flat. I inspected the tire, rim, spokes, and rim strip every time, but found nothing. Thanks to Kevin from Simpson's Fitness and Adventure Sports, who was working sag support, the problem was finally solved when he found a small cut in the sidewall. I had a Park tire boot, which easily fixed the problem, and Kevin got me under way. No more flats, but by then I thought I must have been the last rider. To my surprise there were still riders approaching when I started the tour for the third time. Coming from the rear afforded me the opportunity to view a different class of riders, for whom I soon developed a respect. Few wore fancy jerseys or had clipless shoes, many heavy bikes with squeaky parts, and t-shirts on all body types. Young and old struggled to survive the twenty mile route. I shortly came up on what at first appeared to be an accident with a big group walking beside their bikes. It turned out to be a small hill, which I would have hardly noticed otherwise. The look on these people's faces expressed determination and a strong will to succeed. They were all over the road. Most were red-faced, sweating, and breathing hard, and I was forced to swing wide due to their lack of road savvy. These were people on a mission, almost without expression and in deep concentration on the formidable task at hand with thoughts of finally reaching their destination. After witnessing rider after rider in a similar state, I was compelled to stop at the first rest stop just to hang out and soak it all in. I never understood until now why there was even a need for a rest stop after only ten miles, but it was packed. People were refueling and discussing the hardship behind them and the arduous journey ahead. They had made it to the half way point with no turning back. In spite of having a seemingly rough start with three flats and thoughts of cutting the tour short, the lesson gained from these people gave me the inspiration to finish the course and tackle the beast. While the elite riders leading the pack on the sixty four mile route deserve a lot of credit for their hours of training and level of fitness, the overlooked people at the rear are a group to be admired for their determination. |