Mrs John Murphy said:
As Crosby, Stills and Nash once sang 'The darkest hour is just before the dawn'.
I agree with you, I gave up on the Giro and it is very bad when I find myself not caring about the racing (the last time was 99-05), but I keep on in the hope that one day the sport will clean up, and also because if you stop watching then you have effectively let the dopers and their apologists win by driving you away from the sport.
Nicely put. That also illustrates what is often missed by those who criticize The Clinic by only focusing on the cynicism and not seeing the passion for the sport that often lies
behind that cynicism.
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For me, it's the races I love much more than the riders. The Mur de Huy, the Arenburg, the Zoncolan, the Alps, the Pyrenees...the list goes on and on...the Champs-Élysées! Whichever individual crosses the line first is but temporary. The backdrop lives on eternally. All the riders have to conquer the same roads, which is why I desperately wish the cameras would cover more of the peloton throughout any race.
Watching a mountain descent is one of my favorite parts of any season. It is one of the rare chances where skill and daring triumph over doctors and doping. To me, it's by far one of the most beautiful aspects of the sport. The different team colors flashing by, the helicopter view from above—pure inspiration. Horrendous weather is another equalizer of sorts: rain, wind, snow, mud...the needle can be of little solace at that time. A transfusion never made a road less slippery.
There's more: watching the high-speed chess-match of the the last 10K of a sprint. Whether between a small breakaway or a massive group, I'm usually on the edge of my seat. The winning moment? That's usually the END of the fun for me! So who cares which specific rider or team takes the prize? The best part is the
anticipation of that moment, where anything is possible and the unexpected sometimes prevails.
So, marvel at the landscape, lust after the high-tech gear (or yearn for the old), anticipate and analyze the tactics, and wonder what it might be like to live in that world.
As for most of the organizers, race announcers, team directors and riders: F@&k 'em.
The great races began before they were born, and may very well exist long after they have gone.
They are but transient participants; every one of them replaceable.
The truth of that is what strikes a good deal of fear in their hearts. It is also what, for us, should make loving the sport that much easier.