Tyler Hamilton has finally broken his silence on the FDA Lance Armstrong investigation, joining fellow ex-professional cyclists Floyd Landis, Joe Papp, Bernhard Kohl and Jörg Jaksche in attempting to tell the recent “truth” about the role of performance enhancing drugs in our beautiful sport (I admit that truth/reality are difficult concepts these days, see here and here). Like Landis (and unlike the others mentioned above), Hamilton spent a lot of time, effort and money bolstering claims that his doping positives were erroneous, and he not only risks attack from those in cycling who would like him to keep quiet, but also those who see the volte-face as hypocritical. In this post I look at his stated reasons in light of the cost-benefit analysis athletes perform (consciously or unconsciously) when they make decisions about talking openly and honestly about doping. Continue reading
Category Archives: cycling
Cycle racing and the perfect crime
I just read a wonderful blog entry from Cycling Inquisition on the appropriation of nationality and the hyper-real manner in which fans of cycling willingly give up their grip on reality in favour of the fantastic (or not-real). I was foolishly inspired to write something on how we have lost the ability to distinguish the real from not-real in judgments of sporting performance.
Percy Stallard and Beryl Burton: bikes to remember them by
I am off the bike at the moment due to post-viral syndrome: hence, by car, a visit to the 10th Annual Classic Bike Display, in Shelf, West Yorks today. The show was put on by the Bygone Bykes Club, and included a short ride (not for me, sadly) on period bikes, around the British League of Racing Cyclists’ ‘Beacon Grand Prix’ circuit.
The centrepiece was a lovely Percy Stallard mass start road bike:
Blood, fingers and fixed
My introduction to fixed gear riding came in the late 80s in a London where cycling had become my passion. I lived in a flat in Whitechapel, with two fellow cycle commuters; my then girlfriend had a father who ran a bike shop in Yorkshire. I was fairly naive about many aspects of cycling, but the simplicity and elegance of fixed gear bikes appealed to me. My Condor was ripe for conversion, and on a grey Saturday the drive parts and handbuilt wheels (araya semi-aero rims on maillard and pelissier, double fixed) arrived from the North along with my girlfriend (and a substantial invoice); girlfriend then departed to her flat, to unpack her stuff.
Why so quiet Chade O. Grey…
The emails and tweets of from Grey Manrod Ass. have provided some of the funniest and most incisive comments on the malaise that has befallen professional cycling since the early 1990s.
Doping has long been rife in the peloton, but the misuse of rEPO really changed the game, and the more recent re-discovery of self-transfusion (synthetic EPO can now be identified by the dope-testers) creates a playing field levelled to the lowest common denominator. Moreover, as the recent hospitalisation of Ricardo Ricco demonstrates, such techniques do more than distort sporting perfomance: they can make you critically ill.
After a few days of quick-fire emailing and tweeting, Chade O. Grey and partner have been rather quiet. I miss them…
UPDATE:
See Neil Browne’s live chat with Chade…
