Bobby Julich gives it one more shot: “It’s not about winning races or being on the podium of the Tour, winning the money or becoming famous,” Julich said. “For me it was one thing: For those three weeks in 1998, I was in the zone. That was the most amazing feeling. If there’s anything I …
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In my other blog I linked yesterday to an account written by Nat Cobb of his cross country Tour of Hope adventure. I promised Dano I’d run down the story I wrote last fall about Nat. Here it is.
“This thing is freakin’ sick!” Seems like there’s only one way to stop that boy:
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Talking to a friend earlier this week whose wife is a dancer. I was pointing out that I get a bit crazy if I don’t exercise, and he said the same thing happens to her – that he has to make her get some exercise sometimes just so she’s not unpleasant to be around. It’s …
I don’t wanna belabor this Pantani thing, because there’s something a little bit unseemly about a 45-year-old man even having sports heroes, let alone one as questionable as Pantani became. But back in 1998, when I was first learning seriously about cycling, it was Pantani I admired. And in particular, it was this day, the …
Jaime and I went up a new road (new for me, anyway) yesterday, out into the pi?on-juniper woodlands north of town. If there is a quintessential landscape of my home, it is the PJ, vast low-slung forests sweeping north from where I live. The trees, gnarly and stunted, have no majesty whatsoever, but a sort …
The death of Marco Pantani is a sad day for my sport. Seeing his decline these last few years was sad. Knowing of his drug use was unfuriating. Seeing him dance up mountains will always remain special.