Col du Galibier is for Sissies

07.14.2005 | 7:55 pm

Maybe it was the perfect weather. Maybe it was the weight I’ve lost. Maybe it was the excitement of having tdfblog.com headline my Tour de France Personality Test. Maybe it was Tour de France fever. Whatever it was, I felt incredibly good on the ride home from work. When I got to Inglewood Hill — 1.5 miles, 10-12% grade — I decided that instead of dropping to my granny gear and slowly churning my way up, I’d just lay it all out. So, in fourth gear, I attacked. Never you mind that there was nobody in sight to attack. I attacked anyway.
 
I never dropped below 8mph up the whole hill, and spent most of the hill in the 9-10mph range.
 
I’m sure that for truly fit cyclists — especially the featherweight climber types — that’s nothing to write home about. For a Fat Cyclist, though, it was major, since I usually range from 6-8mph the whole way up.
 
But Wait, There’s More
Still feeling good and pretty darned pleased with myself, I got home and told my wife that I wanted to keep riding. As a stroke of genius, though, I told her in such a way that I would actually be making her life easier, as well as being a Good Dad. Namely, I told her that I was taking the twins out for a ride in the trailer. Obviously, I got instant approval.
 
Usually, I tow the girls around the trails in the neighborhood — I’m lucky enough to live in an area that has a forested trail right out my door. There’s one hill, though — it’s short, steep, and gravelly — that I always run out of gas on when pulling the trailer. Yesterday, I cleaned it.
 
Time to look for a new challenge.
 
But Wait, There’s Still More
"What if," I asked myself, "I tried Inglewood Hill while pulling the trailer?" I had considered it before, but never tried it — that hill is hard enough on its own, pulling up an extra 100 pounds (2 girls @ 40lbs each + 20lb trailer) would be too much.
 
But yesterday, I felt invincible.
 
The descent down the hill made me glad I was on my mountain bike — I don’t think the brakes on my road bike would have been enough to keep us in check, much less stop us.
 
As soon as I started the climb, though, I could tell I was in trouble. I had already ridden 40 miles that day, including an intense climb at an intense pace. I was fried. I was — again — glad I was on the mountain bike; the gearing is low enough that I was able to drop to granny and s-l-o-w-l-y churn my way up.
 
And that’s when the heckling started.
 
"Dad, this is booooring," I heard from behind. "Go faster." I stood up, went up a gear, and for a minute, was able to bring up the pace. Then I was cooked and sat down.
 
"Dad, this is too slow! Go faster!" I guess it’s a pretty good indicator of who’s not the boss by the fact that I didn’t even turn around and pretend to lay down the law. I just stood up, went up to second gear, and told myself that I would get to the top as fast as I possibly could.
 
I made it. It was undoubtedly the most intense interval session I have ever had. And, after my legs recover, we’re going to do it again. Even if the girls do find it boring.
 
You want an HC climb, Mr. Fancy Pants Pro Peloton guy? Just drag an extra 100 pounds up the hill you normally think of as "pretty challenging." And do it while a couple of 3 year olds taunt you for being so slow. 
 
Why the Lack of Dramatic Tension?
As I alluded to in yesterday’s entry, I have what you might call a self-discipline problem. Ie, I can’t stop myself from checking Cyclingnews.com to see how the day’s stage went. Last night I totally regretted already knowing Vinokourov won, though. That would have been such a great stage to watch if I were in suspense — a long breakaway by a Tour favorite on a mountain stage, with a sprint finish at the end? Are you kidding me?
 
But since I already knew that Vino won (this is two days ago now, so I don’t feel like I have to give spoiler warnings here), the lead group wasn’t much fun to watch. And since there were no attacks in the peloton– is everyone that cowed by the Team Disco? — there simply wasn’t much to watch. So I got through the five hours I had recorded in just under 45 minutes.
 
I’m so efficient.
 
Today’s Weight: 169.4. You want suspense? I’ll give you suspense. Specifically: can I lose 1.5lbs in one day, thereby avoiding having to do another Fat Cyclist Sweepstakes payout?

 

Tour de France Personality Test

07.13.2005 | 7:40 pm

Yesterday, as my wife and I watched the Tour de France together, it quickly became clear that we were rooting for different people. At first, she was rooting for Ullrich; I was rooting for Vinokourov. Then, as they started up the final climb, and Vinokourov was shot out the back as effectively as if he had turned around and started going the other way, my wife continued to root for Ullrich; I was rooting for Basso. As Basso and Ullrich were shed, leaving only an elite 4, she continued to root for Ullrich. I, on the other hand, easily switched loyalties over to Armstrong.

Surely this says something about our different personalities. Specifically, it says that she’s a stand-by-your-man kind of gal, which works out nicely for me. It also says that my loyalties are more complex: I want the underdog to win, but am not willing to stick with him once it’s clear that King Kong has crushed the life out of him. In the end, my loyalties are with those who most earn my admiration.

Which made me think (seriously, it did): The Tour is big and sophisticated enough that one could use it to make an assessment of the fan’s personality. Ie, who you root for, what kinds of stages you most look forward to, etc., tell a lot about who you are. And who better to parse meaning out of your preferences than a Fat Cyclist? Well, who indeed?

Take this fast and easy quiz to reveal your personality to yourself. Or to at least reveal what my personality’s take on your personality is, as filtered through the narrow prism of what you like in a single sports event. Hey, it’s cheaper than therapy (and nearly 8% as effective!). 

 

Question 1. Who do you want to win the Tour de France?

  • Jan Ullrich: You love a comeback kid, a perpetual underdog, a likeable loser. If American, you voted Democrat. If you are a cyclist, you are more likely to be overweight than not, and use Jan as a shining beacon of what it’s possible for a fat cyclist to achieve.

  • Ivan Basso, Alexandre Vinokourov: You fancy yourself a thinker, an analyst, but you’re actually just a flibbertigibbet. You’ve looked at Basso’s results from the past and think he’s a good bet for the future. When Basso doesn’t wind up in the top 10 after this year’s tour, you will hardly notice, however, because you’ll already have moved on to the next big thing.
  • Lance Armstrong: You are a pragmatist, and like to surround yourself with winners. If American, There is a 70% chance you voted Republican. If you are willing — when confronted — to vigorously defend Armstrong’s character flaws, there is a 95% chance you are Republican.
  • Levi Leipheimer, Floyd Landis: You are a dreamer, and hold to those dreams even in the face of harsh reality. If American, you vote Libertarian.
  • Iban Mayo, Roberto Heras: You are an idealist, and tend to remember the old days as better than they actually were.
  • Someone else: You are simply obstinate.

Question 2: Who do you think will win the Tour de France?

  • Lance Armstrong: You are a realist.
  • Someone else: You live in a parallel universe, a beautiful place filled with magic, light, and wish-granting Fairy Godmothers.

Question 3. What is your favorite kind of stage?

  • Individual Time Trial: You are a fatalist, and obsessed with the idea of fairness. Everyone should pull their own weight in this world. You do not often get invited to parties, and nobody has ever referred to you as a team player.
  • Team Time Trial: You are a collaborator, and you like…um…tuotta noin niin (that’s a shout out to all my Finnish readers)…OK, I’ve got nothing on this one. I don’t know what liking TTT’s mean about you.
  • Flat stage: You are one of the organizers of the Tour, or a Frenchman, or a sprinter. You are also a sadist and love to tell shaggy dog jokes.
  • Mountain Stage: You love the excitement of the unknown, and are willing to suffer to achieve joy — which is a nice way of saying you are a masochist. There is a 40% chance that you are one of those people who insist that problems are challenges, and that obstacles are opportunities.
  • That last stage of the tour where everyone rides around and around and around in a circle all day: You are a nincompoop.

Question 4. If you could choose, which kind of rider would you be?

  • Sprinter: You were a bully at school, and have stopped being a bully as an adult only because you have been threatened with legal consequences.  
  • Climber: You are a good person.
  • Time Trialist: You like to tell people that you enjoy exploring your limits and pushing the envelope. In reality, you know exactly where the edge of the envelope is and discovered long ago that you do not have the capacity to push through it. (Wow, that was just mean of me, wasn’t it?)
  • GC: You have a difficult time making up your mind. You are completely helpless when eating at a buffet-style restaraunt.
  • GC lieutenant: You evidently take great pride in having a part in the accomplishments of others. At night, when nobody is watching, you cry into your pillow, agonizing over your own mediocrity.

Question 5. What percentage of riders in the Tour de France do you think — in your heart of hearts — are cheating, either by doping, blood transfusions, or hidden tripwires to make the competition suddenly and without warning or cause fall from their bikes (see David Zabriskie for details)?

  • 0% — they’re all clean: I just put this here in order to be comprehensive. I don’t think anybody believes they’re all clean, though, so am not going to make up something about what this says about you.
  • 1% – 20%: You believe, in general, that people are good and want to do the right things for the right reasons. You furthermore believed in Santa Claus a full two years after the rest of your classmates.
  • 21% – 40%: You consider yourself tough but fair. Others consider you a fence-sitting nancy-boy.
  • 50% – 100%: You suspect everyone of everything. You assume the worst of everyone, and think that this protects you from being taken advantage of. In reality, though, you’re just being paranoid and tend to make yourself a target of practical jokes. You were the kid in school who told everyone there is no Santa Claus. Jerk.
  • "Hey, you skipped 41% – 50%!": You are anal retentive and are furthermore taking this way too seriously.

Question 6. Who is your favorite Tour de France announcer?

  • Phil Liggett, Paul Sherwen (Originally I gave these two separate bullets, but the fact is they’re not separable): You have a fond memory of your childhood and your father. In general, you’re a well-balanced person, though you do have a penchant for wacky idioms and pretending you know what other people are thinking.
  • Bob Roll: You are boisterous and wear a lamp shade on your head, even when you are not drunk.
  • Al Trautwig: You accept everything anyone says about anything. You laugh at knock-knock jokes. You are not aware you have a comfort zone, because you have never left it. You are a chimpanzee.

Question 7. How important is it to you to avoid stage "spoilers" — ie, finding out what happened in the most recent stage before watching it unfold yourself?

  • Crucial — I avoid all cycling websites until I get home from work and can watch the stage myself: You are self-disciplined. I wish I had the self-control to do that.
  • Not important — the race is the thing; how it ends is just an interesting data point: Yeah, that’s what I tell myself every day after I break down at work and check cyclingnews.com.
  • Not relevant; I get to watch it live. Shut up. I hate you.

Today’s Weight: 170.6 

Into the Closet

07.12.2005 | 7:30 pm

I don’t care about clothes. Ask anyone who knows me — I have no sense of style, and don’t care. When I find something that fits and is comfortable, I generally go and buy a whole bunch of that item (whether it’s a shirt, pants, shorts or whatever) in different colors, so I don’t have to worry about buying that type of clothes again for a long time.
 
Last night, though, I spent about half an hour in the closet. Why? I was trying on clothes, to see what kind of progress I’ve made, and what I’ve still got to do.
 
Good News
I’m about 18 pounds lighter than when I started this blog, so obviously clothes fit a little differently than they did at the beginning of May.
  • The pants I bought last January, back when I was packing on weight from the steroids (as well as from general gluttony) no longer fit. At all. They just fall off my butt. Hooray.
  • My stomach no longer strains at the buttons of my "Trim Fit" dress shirts — the ones that taper in at the waist. That said, these shirts are still to tight to wear.
  • The shorts I bought last summer — which I bought because the ones I had bought the previous summer were too tight — now fit more loosely than they did last summer.
  • My jerseys from back when I lived in Utah sorta-kinda fit again.
  • The jerseys I bought when I first started biking are too big again.

Bad News

The temptation is to get all excited about how far I’ve come. The reality is that I was able to come this far so easily only because I was so far gone.

  • The pants (5 pair, which vary only in color) I bought back when I was in the 150’s, fit only if I suck my gut in to absolute max. And then it’s still a close thing. My legs start to go numb from lack of circulation almost immediately.
  • Of the 4 suits I own, only one fits — the one I bought before I started riding, about ten years ago. As an aside, I’m a little surprised that I own 4 suits. I think it’s because I buy a suit whenever I have an important job interview.
  • The pants I wore at my 10-year high school reunion (I remember them because I"ve only worn them the once) don’t even come close to fitting.
  • Worst news of all: My Racers Cycle Service Team kit is still too tight. I think, though, that another 10 pounds will bring me close. Maybe I’ll be able to wear it at Leadville?

Surprising News

Just for fun, I tried on the suit pants I haven’t worn since I was 21. As expected, I couldn’t get the waist button fastened. What surprised me, though, was that it wouldn’t matter if I could get the waist fastened: my quads are now way too massive to fit in those slim-fit pants. Seriously, they are.

 

Today’s Weight: 171.2. And now I’m off to spend the rest of the day at cub scout camp. Woowee!

 

Tour Shocker: Voeckler Back in Yellow!

07.11.2005 | 8:17 pm

Wins Stage, Yellow Jersey in Super-Secret-Bonus Stage of Tour de France

 

Paris, July 11 (Fat Cyclist News Service / www.fatcyclist.com) – In an announcement that sent the cycling world reeling, Tour de France Director General Jean-Marie Leblanc reported this afternoon that today was not actually a rest day after all. Instead, it was a super-secret-bonus stage. Evidently known only to last year’s French racing sensation Thomas Voeckler, this stage consisted of 90 minutes of riding the circumference of  Leblanc’s hotel parking lot.

 

Voeckler’s placing in the Tour instantly rocketed from 115th to first, with a nearly unassailable lead of 62:35 over second place.

 

"Um, I’m excited to be wearing the yellow jersey again," said an embarrassed-looking Voeckler as he was being photographed with Jacques Chirac, while casting frequent glances at a large man in a dark suit.

 

As expected, allegations of impropriety were immediately brought forward. "Ridiculous. This was entirely above-board," said Leblanc from his new $45-million dollar home in Switzerland. "This stage has been on-plan since the very beginning. A rider only needed to ask me whether there is a super-secret-bonus stage in this year’s tour, and if so, where and when is it?’ I cannot help it if the only racer smart and handsome enough to ask this question is France’s beloved Voeckler."

 

"Besides," said the retiring Tour Director with a chuckle, "What are they going to do? Fire me?"

 

Reached for comment, Lance Armstrong – now with a 64:53 deficit to last-year’s 10-day wonder – said, "Well, that’s the way the ball bounces. At least I still have a good shot at the podium."

 

"Really, he said that? That’s adorable," chortled Leblanc, when told of Armstrong’s surprising equanimity regarding his crushing defeat. "I suppose he’s correct…provided there are no more secret bonus stages."
 
Asked whether there were any more surprise stages planned, Leblanc responded, "Alas, I cannot currently recall. I am too distraught by the shabbiness of my current vehicle. Oh, how I wish I had a nice Bentley convertible!"
 
Today’s Weight: 173.8. Don’t even ask.

Scoop: Armstrong Ties One Hand Behind Back

07.10.2005 | 10:32 pm

"I’m Trying to Level the Playing Field," Says Six-Time Tour Champ

 

Paris, July 10 (Fat Cyclist News Service / www.fatcyclist.com) – Six-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong stunned the cycling world today when he arrived at a press conference with his left hand tied behind his back.

 

Armstrong quickly dismissed concerns that he had injured himself, proclaiming, "During the first eight stages of this race, I’ve taken a good hard look at my opponents’ fitness, riding styles and racing strategies. I have concluded that I can win the Tour de France this year with one hand tied behind my back. So that’s what I’m going to do."

 

Amid gasps from the crowd, Lance said, "Really, this is not so much a boast of my own personal fitness and capability — as admittedly prodigious as they are — as a comment on how disappointed I am with everyone else."

 

Armstrong continued, "I have tried to make this an interesting race. On the first stage, once I had passed Ullrich — for crying out loud — I practically sat up and rode no-handed to the finish line, so as to give Zabriskie the jersey."

 

"I guess I could’ve thrown a bungee cord out to Jan," said Armstrong. "But after that thing with Pantani a few years ago, I’m reluctant to make friendly gestures like that."

 

Gathering steam, Armstrong continued, "And then I reined my team in on the Team Time Trial, yelling ‘Let’s keep it close, boys!’ at them over and over. Our finishing time was a masterstroke. We went fast enough to keep things suspenseful, but slow enough that CSC could beat us by about five seconds."

 

"And then that kid falls off his bike. Am I the only one here who doesn’t need training wheels?" Armstrong said, shaking his head in amazed disappointment. "At least back in the day when Hamilton was always crashing his bike, he’d turn it into something dramatic."

 

"Yesterday (Stage 8), though, was the worst," said the visibly-frustrated champion. "I’d been thinking the whole week, ‘How am I going to turn this into a race?’ So I gave my team the day off. ‘Rest up, take it easy,’ I said, ‘I’ll take everyone on myself.’"

 

"The thing is, though, everyone’s so servile now. Every time Vinokourov wanted to attack yesterday, he’d ask permission first. That sort of takes the surprise out of it, Vino," said Armstrong, rolling his eyes. "I mean, I know I’m the patron and everything, but at least pretend to make me earn it, OK?"

 

"And you want to know what takes the cake? I actually told Ullrich to attack, to go win the stage. I’d pretend to counter, we’d drop the peloton, and then we’d duke it out at the finish line. Great show, right? But Jan just shook his head — I guess he thought I was playing mind games. So I let Kloden go instead. At that point, I was just, you know, ‘Whatever.’"

 

"And then today. Man, don’t even get me started," said Armstrong, his face reddening. "I mean, nobody attacked me. Nobody. The whole day. They just rode behind at a respectful distance, making whimpering noises. What a bunch of pansies. If I were at home watching, I would’ve changed the channel."

 

Armstrong then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and unclenched his fist. "So I’m going to win this Tour with one hand tied behind my back — literally. As stages progress, I’ll evaluate whether I need to implement other measures I’m considering, including  donating a pint of blood before each stage, riding the mountain stages on a unicycle, and giving everyone a fifteen minute head start."

 

"Please," said Armstrong, sounding desperate. "I don’t want it to end this way. Someone,  anyone. Step up to the plate."

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