Dekker_Tifosi said:
Anyway, I don't like Andy Schlecks after and pre-race comments. He seems like an arrogant douche bag
I'm actually rooting for Contador and also hoping Menchov will pass him as well.
i don't think it's as much a matter of andy being arrogant as it is he is yet to develop - for lack of a better description - a "seasoned professional answer" system. in a thread after the stage in which he gained 10 seconds, i wrote, to paraphrase myself, "andy needs to think before he speaks." until that time arrives - IF it arrives - maybe there could be "immediate post race" and a "three hours post race" interviews.
i admit that may sound lame, though i can't help myself - he is one of my favorite riders. why? because it is obvious to me he loves his sport and he loves to ride. he is close to his family. i laughed when i read about his telling frank to "call mom, tell her i'll be careful on the descents!" i laughed because i am an over the hill, out of warranty, 56 year old geezer who, when talking to *my* mom about a ride i took a few days ago or some rollerblading i did...*always* tell her "you bet i'm careful as careful can be, mom! much as i'd like to think my body is 18, i know it is not."
truth is i go as fast as i can down hills, risks and my aging body be damned. some things...mom just doesn't need to know.
i understand i may be approaching fanboy territory here...i know i am not, nor do i care.
schletlette just loves to ride. i almost died laughing when i read his blog's descripiton of his bike acciddent with the car some months back. it wasn't funny he ran into the car. it wasn't funny he was slightly injured. what i found funny in a refreshing way was this: he was riding his bike to brother frank's house becuase he and frank were going to go for...a bike ride. not a training ride. not some workout. a bike ride. a plain ol' bikeride because...he loves to ride his bike. how can i not love that???
as for contador...i am also rooting for alberto to be in yellow in paris. i hope he kicks andy's **** before the pyranees are a distant memory. i believe it is looking very, very good for alberto in yellow in paris. BUT...a flat at the most inopportune of times...the touch of a wheel...a wet road stripe, a patch of sand...a failed bunnyhop...an oily patch in a roundabout...hanything *could* happen, because that is bike racing.
meanwhile, i will continue my arguem...um, i mean, my impassioned debates with my fellow and fellowette cycling fans at w**k, as we continue to enjoy the rolling soap opera we know as "professional cycling."