Photo: cyclingnews.comIt's not nearly often enough that we see the Maillot Jaune, Maglia Rosa, or Jersey de Oro defy the common practice of assuming the defensive position in the sheriff's seat at the head of the peloton. While this sometimes makes for exciting cat and mouse games of tact and strength that are a treat to watch, more often than not, it results in a nauseating rehash of the predictable stages we've seen before countless times.
So, it was with great delight that I witnessed "Il Killer di Spoltore" attack his adversaries with such desire and purpose, I could see the madness welling up within his eyes. It was eerily similar to watching the psychosis of Gert Jan Theunisse thunder through mountain passes.
The rabid species of Grand Tour riders is not dead. Long live the fighters, the risk takers, and the mad.
So, it was with great delight that I witnessed "Il Killer di Spoltore" attack his adversaries with such desire and purpose, I could see the madness welling up within his eyes. It was eerily similar to watching the psychosis of Gert Jan Theunisse thunder through mountain passes.
The rabid species of Grand Tour riders is not dead. Long live the fighters, the risk takers, and the mad.
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I have a long thread about cycle racing and mental illness in my blog, my own in particular. Mostly in a joking manner, but there is a reality there, too. It was great to see this. What a great photograph!
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