Thursday, December 19, 2013

Doping in cycling...groundhog day

What an exciting 24 months of endless revelations, heartfelt tears, apologies, denials, accusations and...more doping. The sport of professional cycling is an irredeemable basket case. Lance Armstrong stands at the top of the pile but it is a very big pile made up of a very large number of similar, though less successful cheats.

When The Tour rolled around in July of 2013, I didn't watch a minute of it, didn't read about it, couldn't have cared less. I used to follow it like a religion but last year was the straw that broke this camel's back. Doping has always been in the peleton (Tom Simpson '66 etc etc) but it was just so confrontingly, pathetically and awfully, detailed that it simply put me off the whole sport. Chris Froom - supreme athlete, shining example of the new guard...or another in a long line of chronic cheats. Who knows, who cares?
 
The latest addition to the steaming pile of deception and denial, Michael Rogers has been caught doping and blamed...contaminated food. Sure it is a tried and tested theory but it didn't work for his colleague Alberto Contador. Why would he think that he'd have shot at making that lame duck fly?

While I am at it, am I the only person who thinks that it is completely bonkers that the 'Amgen Tour of California' is sponsored by the maker of EPO? Do any of the organisers appreciate the irony?

For the record, I still love riding my bike. Opposable thumbs and the bicycle - that about sums up the advantages of the human species for me. Art, science, putting a man on the moon etc - all nice, but bikes...and those thumbs...  

It's just a shame that the professional version of the sport that is meant to leverage off all that is possible on a bike is such a joke.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Rapha - Part IV

Somewhere in London, deep in the marketing department at Rapha, a product designer is in conversation with the marketing manager...


PD: Mate, I'm really sorry but I'm in big trouble. I've got a Cat 5 crit this weekend and I've been doping like a bastard and not eating nuffin'. I went down the pub last night to score some EPO and ended up having a few. I don't know what happened. One minute I was good, the next I was completely fucked up. EPO and lager don't mix. Apparently I 'bought' a truckload of parachute fabric that fell off the back of an 'aeroplane' and landed in the garage of a very large man who dropped me home this morning in a gimp suit. He said that I owe him 10Gs payable, in cash, tomorrow. Otherwise, he's sending Biff and Rocko around to have a word about my kneecaps. What am I going to do? He knows where I live.


MM: You stupid fuckwit. How many times have I told you not to drink and dope. Do you expect me to give you ten large?!


PD: Mate, I don't have any cash. I've blown it all on dope and bike shit. You have to help me. I designed all that shit we are flogging to the Freds. They can't get enough of it.


MM: Listen dickhead, I don't have to do shit. This is the last time I bail you out. I'll give you the money but you have to do something with your 'parachute fabric' and pay me back or you'll wish you took the beating from your boyfriends.


PD:  Thanks Mate, you're the best, done in a week, no worries. You wouldn't have to have a tenner would ya? I have to get something for my bum. Doesn't feel quite right after last night.


...a few days later...


MM: OK numb nuts, what's happening with the parachute caper?


PD: Mate, you'll love it. I've created a jacket to use up as much as possible...


Rapha press release - Attention all Freds. You thought you looked ridiculous, er...we mean 'cool' in those awesome team replica kits from Astana, Discovery, Phonak?!. Well have we got something for you! Announcing the release of new Fredwear - an amazing Windproof (nb not waterproof) Jacket made from incredible, awesome, 'repurposed' random shit. And it's yours for only $450! Don't delay!!!!







er...haven't we seen something like this before?...ah yes...


Here is the jacket being sported by a young Leonard Nimoy before he got the Star Trek gig.




"I hope I get the Spock job so I can ditch modelling fucked up Fred jackets
made out of random shit that some idiot bought at a pub".




Good one Rapha. $450 - giddyup!

Monday, April 29, 2013

Bike seats - Part Deux

Apologies, it's been a while since my last post. Not sure how bloggers maintain their dedication. It's been a long Winter in New York with some chilly riding conditions although the best part of braving NY Winter temparatures is that there are hardly any other cyclists on the roads and far less on the BPOD. All of that has changed now that Spring is upon us with the usual stream of stupid, reckless, dangerous riding by the usual assortment of Rapha/Capo/pro-team logo'd bunch of wankers riding like idiots and coalescing public opinion against cyclists in the greater New York area. Ah, Springtime and after a long absence - back to bike seat analysis.

To recap, my current seat is Fizik Aliante, which is grist for the mill of another post; but not now. Prior to the Fizik, I had tried for extended periods (read, years) a Brooks Ti Swift which was love-hate relationship (unrequited love?) ending in a divorce that was a relief to both of us. In between, I used an SMP Stratos made in Italy. This seat was recommended to me by a buddy in Australia who does lots of crits but has also ridden brevets up to 600ks. The only rationale conclusion is that he must also have one of the hardest arses know to mankind and no nerves in his scranus.

The shtick with the SMP is that it has a channel all the way from the nose to the tail which is only joined at the tip of the nose and held by a bridge under the seat at the rear which supports the rails. It has a droopy nose which is meant to avoid a problem that some riders suffer with their (in the case of men) erectile function but ironically, mimics the issue that the shape of the seat is designed to prevent.

Anyway, with an open-mind and wallet, I invested in the Stratos after dutifully following the on-line instructions and measuring the distance between my 'sit bones' with some difficulty and then having the results fact-checked by the long suffering chairperson of the domestic budget committee (my wife). The seat looked promising and I'm sure presents a compelling argument if you have suffered from drooping pecker issues given there is nothing to squash the squashy bits.

There is however, one small downside. The bits on either side of the 'channel' are HARD. The intent is to ensure sexual function but at what cost? Amputation of the legs? Depends on the order of one's priorities I suppose. I am not a fan. I gave this a go for 2000+ kms - daily commuting and longer rides up to 5 hour. Not happening for me.

Summary - too hard, not along distance saddle, the droopy nose is a cry for help.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Doping in cycling - the real crime

2012 was a tough year for fans of cycling. I'm one of them. What do I mean when I call myself a 'fan'? First and foremost, I love to ride a bike and did it long before I knew about professional cycling or the Grand Tours. Secondly, I genuinely respect the history and efforts of those who legitimately push the boundaries of what is possible in any undertaking, science, literature, sporting or otherwise and professional cyclists are certainly able to do more than I ever could on a bike. At its best, professional cycling has moments where someone does something unexpected and succeeds against the odds, or in spite of them. I love the tension, tactics and suffering of road racing and especially the Grand tours like the Tour de France.

Though it was a tough year for fans, it was not a surprising one. The biggest disappointment for me was not about the scale and sophistication of doping that was revealed. Anyone with a pulse would concede that the doping epidemic is the worst kept secret in sport. My disappointment, perhaps naive, was the crystallisation of just how little regard so many of the peloton have for the sport and the people that follow it - ie the 'fans'. Sure, some may think that the 'pros' don't owe the fans, or anyone for that matter, anything. I think that is bullshit. 

My view - no fans; no sponsors; no prize money; no adulation; no World Tour; no 'profession' -  they all revert to being weekend warriors racing during the spare time available between their real working hours. A point that appears to be lost on professional sportspeople, including pro cyclists, is that they aren't saving starving kids in Africa and their collective efforts do little to generate any universal good. That they get paid to pursue what they love doing is one of life's great mysteries and something that each of them should be grateful for, and humble about, everyday of their  lives. That's rarely the case of course.

So if I was aware of the doping epidemic, why am I disappointed? Simple - the current deluge of admissions, some with heartfelt tears or remorse, some with heartfelt tears of shame crystallised just how little the dopers in the peleton cared for themselves or the sport (let alone the fans). Maybe I hoped for too much but I don't think so.

Some may think that they were simply pursuing their respective dreams by whatever measures were required but just because a sport is professional doesn't mean that all participants are entitled to be morally bankrupt and actively take action which is the opposite of the clearly stated rules. If I don't pay my taxes I get a fine and if my subterfuge is bad enough, I go to jail. Tax avoidance is an apt analogy to doping - it's a victimless crime in that no individual is exclusively affected but the losers are every person who meets their social contract and contributes to the pool available to pay for the basic needs of society. For professional cycling and the fans, we were collectively, not individually robbed. I'm not suggesting that dopers go to jail - the last thing overburdened prisons need is the addition of a bunch of skinny-arsed cyclists becoming 'prison wives'  - but simply; wrong is wrong.

Presumably the dopers would say that a disillusioned fan can go and wallow in their self pity. Some might say that dopers are only hurting themselves, but that's bullshit. If they want to play a game with an illegal advantage; play a different game. The expectation of the fans is that they will see a clean game and not have to endure endless, annual let downs from the latest winner who didn't win by the rules. Presumably the professional peleton thought that they owned the sport and that they were entitled to re-write the rules. Well, fuck them. 

But back to my original point. Even though professional cycling has had a stink for decades, the dam burst of shit that followed the 2012 USADA action, and accompanying confessions of professional riders, seems to have been focused on Lance Armstrong. But a point that has been lost during and after his public disintegration is that although he is accused of being the most successful and organised doper in the history of sports (which is wrong, there are worse), he didn't start the practice, he just took it new heights in a particular sport. He's no different to decades of US baseball players, American football players, the East German Olympic program (esp. swimming), Marion Jones, Ben Johnson, Barry Bonds or, more relevantly, many, many professional cyclists over many, many decades.

Full disclosure, I have never been a fan of Lance Armstrong. Though he can certainly handle a bike as shown during the famous off road excursion during the 2003 Tour. I prefer my champions to have a little humility. Even worse, if they cannot be honest, I prefer that they skulk in the shadows rather than take the scorched earth denial/attack option. The Simeoni incident when Armstrong publicly bullied a rider for speaking out about doping was disgraceful. Particularly given Armstrong's explanation at the time - 
"The story of Simeoni is not a fair story... Simeoni, there's a long history there. All (journalists) want to write about his part of the story. It's a long history... A guy like (Simeoni), all he wants to do is to destroy cycling...and for me, that's not correct. He's the kind of rider who attacks the peloton and cycling in general.". 
Not to mention others that truly have reason to feel wronged by a bully - Emma O'Reilly, Betsy and Frankie Andreu etc etc.

Wanker.  

But back to the point. Doping has been integral and rampant in cycling. Tom Simpson died on Mt Ventoux during the 1967 Tour de France with amphetamines in his blood. Eddie Merkx was equally involved in doping allegations that were conveniently and awkwardly dismissed. Fancesco Moser admitted to blood doping (not illegal at the time...but Francesco, come on...) prior to breaking the hour record in 1984

Lance Armstrong is certainly a doper but he didn't create the problem. The self serving disingenuous confessions of the current crop of cyclists seeking, and receiving, a reduced penalty (Tyler Hamilton, Levi Leipheimer...and friends) is just wrong. Their crime isn't any less and their pleas that they were bullied and pressured into doping and were unable to resist the pressure is bullshit. There wasn't a gun to their heads. They could have easily said no, they just decided that they didn't want to. Are they any better off now than if they had rejected doping and run the risk of never joining the professional peleton? Actually, no. They all have zero credibility and that will follow them for the rest of their lives...a nice one to have to explain to their kids.

As to what punishment is appropriate for Lance Armstrong, I don't think it should be any worse than any other doper. Strip him of his victories but ban him for 2 years - or ban all of them forever. Why is he any different to Alberto Contador who was found guilty of doping, never admitted or confessed to doping, and was allowed back into the sport after a lame 6 months with a bizarre credit given for time served because he was stripped of some results during the previous 18 months of his 2 year sentence...during which he continued to ride, race and be paid a salary to race. The outrage at Armstrong's 'crime' was that he tweaked the heart strings and squeezed a bunch of cash from fans to fight a disease. A very, very worthy objective but one built on the completely false premise that he did it all without drugs.

Though I'll never be a fan of Lance Armstrong, I'm equally not a fan of unbalanced retribution built on a foundation of disappointment because he was a fraud. So is every other doper (Contador, tainted beef...give me a break). Either, every doper is outlawed for life or Armstrong gets a 2 year ban - my preference is life bans for all of them but that will just drive current and past dopers further underground because then they really will have nothing to lose. Much as I dislike the way he won and his clear disrespect for the sport, his peers or the fans, he's no different, better or worse, than any other doper, just better organised. Treat them all the same. Time off for confessing after being cornered - no thanks - but hypocrisy and arbitrary inconsistency makes the whole thing worse.

As for the future of professional cycling? There has been a suggestion of a Truth and Reconciliation commission - invite all of them to attend and 'fess up. If they don't and are shown to have doped, they get a lifetime ban. Maybe. I'm still trying to dredge up some interest in the sport after the last year. After years of bad news and returning for more, I'm thinking it is time to give up this abusive relationship and ignore all of them and ignore the sport....then again, maybe Evans and Wiggins are finally two clean winners. Maybe I'll see how I feel in early July.

As to the 'real crime' in doping, it's the destruction of a sport by the people who participated in it. Who was robbed? The fans - the owners of the sport.