VecchioJo gets it right, briefly
Some of us do our utmost to be Pro, slammed stem, the right socks, legs smooth as hewn marble, vain glances in reflective windows to check that our poise is just so… The truth is most of the time we are just galumphing about in too-tight clothing compared to that elegant mix of power and grace that real cyclists have, and deep down we know it, all bark and no bike.
But sometimes, just sometimes you have a brief taste of what being Pro might be like, and today was one of those times. Long easy descent with a little right-left-right chicane at the bottom that always has me puckering up and feathering the brakes a bit, mincing through. But not today; into it full gas, still pedaling, flick, flick, flick, bang, bang, bang. Perfect. I came out of it faster than I went in and for that brief instant I was a good cyclist. For a single breath I had a hint of what it might be like to be a Pro, now if I could only just extend those few seconds of aptitude into a four hour ride I could almost be half decent.
Blogs by this author