Watching Through The Holes In The Net

(pic: Tim de Waele/TDWSport.com)

I was chatting to a friend about the Giro. It was the day of the stage to Aprica. We had (separately) concurred that whilst the racing was in some way entertaining we weren't cheering on any of the riders.

Both of us are sofa veterans of Festina, the death of Pantani, Puerto, Landis, Lance, EPO Cera, (etc, etc), fans who have had our trust broken one too many times.

I wondered if our hardened, cynical attitudes were spoiling the sport for us. If we ditched them, put aside all memory of what had gone before and just believed, would it be better, for us?

Searching For My Inner Tomac

Pic: retrobike.co.uk

When I were a lad ... I imagined that I climbed like Tim Gould and descended in the mad manner of John Tomac.

I've recently built up a fully rigid MTB that's like a super-powered version of the bike I used to do all that dreaming on, the kind of steed I dreamt about riding back in the late eighties. It's not been off road much but its few jaunts have been around my old haunts.