Seems it wasn’t Chinese pork that tripped up Alberto Contador after all. In what’s sure to give a boost to the Spanish beef industry, El Pendejo — disculpame, El Pistolero — says he tripped the Dope-O-Meter® after dining on a chunk of homegrown carne the team chef ordered up during the Tour ’cause the French hotel’s [...]
The world championships in Oz becomes but a tortilla chip in the movable feast of global doping as El Pistolero trips the Dope-O-Meter®. Must’ve been all that kung pao pork before the final parade stage, que no? Que triste es la vida loca.
• Late update: Juliet Macur of The New York Times notes: “In Contador’s case, [...]
Lots of chat in comments about The Good Old Days®, when men rode steel and Campy.
I missed those halcyon days of yesteryear, having come to “serious” cycling late in life (I didn’t start racing until I was in my mid-30s). During high school and college I rode a series of Schwinns — five- and 10-speed [...]
Man, fall is here with a vengeance. When Dennis the Menace and Dr. Schenkenstein popped round this morning at the start of a cyclo-cross ride, The Menace was sporting ear warmers and a jacket while the good Herr Doktor was in full winter kit, complete with tights.
I was supposed to join them, but there were [...]
Interbike may be over, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be keeping you right up to the nanosecond on the latest and greatest.
Here, for example, Miss Mia Sopaipilla test-drives the Feline-O-Fluffer, the very latest in cat entertainment and climate control technology.
And would you believe it? It also dries clothes.
* Cat not included.
… right now over at VeloNews.com, in partnership with CyclingDirt.com.
• Late update: Christ, that was woeful. The kindest thing I can say about it was that it was better than no live streaming video at all. Phil and Paul have nothing to fear. Neither do Beavis and Butthead. Here’s a hint and a half for your [...]
Have you ever noticed that their stuff is shit but your shit is stuff? — George Carlin
A cycling journalist is a person who can hold two completely contradictory notions at the same time without his or her head exploding.
For example, bike racing is simultaneously beautiful and ravaged by dope (think Lindsay Lohan, if you can [...]
Well, he went down down down
And the devil said where you been
He went down down down
He was screamin’ down around the bend
Down down down
This boy went solid down
He was always cheatin’ and he always told lies
He was always cheatin’ and he always told lies
Down down down
This boy went solid down
He went down — “Down, Down, [...]
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