It was 2013 and we only had one friend in the Pro Peloton, but then we met Phil next to a ski lift in the Village of Snowmass. It was the day before the start of the USAPC, we had nothing to do, he had nothing to do, so we did a conversation which turned into an interview. A long and and insanely illuminating interview. To describe it as candid would be an understatement. From that point on we took an interest in Phil. You could say he became a hobby of ours, or you could say we became friends, both characterizations of our relationship are accurate. We like him personally and we’re fascinated professionally by him—I think because, well, he’s fascinating. Take his trajectory for example:
- 1999–2003: Fat Kid.
- 2009: Domestic Professional Cyclist (Team Jelly-Belly).
- 2012: Wins Redlands Bicycle Classic.
- 2014: World Tour Professional Cyclist (Team Garmin-Sharp); STAND OUT SEASON, see Tour de San Luis.
- 2014: Publishes acclaimed book about the reality of being a Professional Cyclist.
- 2015: Domestic Professional Cyclist (Team Optum p/b Kelly Benefit Strategies)
- 2015: Wins Redlands Bicycle Classic. Again.
- 2016: World Tour Professional Cyclist (Team Garm—, I mean Cannnodale Pro Cycling).
- 2016: Spring Classics campaign, including but not limited to a last-minute Paris–Roubaix call-up.
- 2016: This Cobble Goblin edition of Fan Club.
I’m supposed to say cookies, but then my weight would increase and my job would become more difficult. I like having one cookie a day, because I don’t have self control if there’s more sitting around. Also, they’d go stale. Okay, got it, here’s the compromise: I’d like my weight in lumps of cookie dough that I can bake myself, one at cookie at a time, frozen so they won’t go bad, portioned out by date, in a magical box that only opens on that date so I can’t cheat.
I’m getting that I’ll be covering breakaways early on, trying to make the splits at much as I can, and simply being there for the guys as long as I can. This is my first monument and my first WorldTour race this year, so it’s going to be part adventure.11So much for that claim, Phil. Hope you had fun during Paris–Roubaix!
All you can do is the best you have with the legs you have, and I’ll always do that. You’ve reminded me that I do need to shave my legs, though.
Raisins or butterscotch.
Chocolate and love.
Yes, it is that. I heard one last night about a rider at a party after the race breaking a window on accident, and then running from the police. Except it was in Asia, all the riders were staying at one hotel, and his face was on race posters all over town. Had paid for the window.
I don’t really get the whole idea of jewelry, but I would like to follow in George Foreman’s footsteps with a real grill. Wait, the domain is taken. Why’d you get my hopes up? Some other asshole named Phil is selling grills.
It was like eating a museum or a great movie. More like art than food, but still delicious. The bathrooms were hidden, actually. Just a mirrored door in the wall. I had to ¿dónde esta el bagno? to the host guy. It was nice in there though.
I’d race even if I wasn’t writing about it, but there are days when it’s raining and you’re looking out the window at cobblestones thinking you don’t want to do it. And then I go, “Well, this is will be fun to write about,” and it helps me get out there to soak up the experience, mud, and pain.
This is Manual For Speed’s first ever Memory Lane feature. And who better to feature on this, our inaugural edition, than Phil. Please join us as we take a look at some of our favorite moments with Phil over the years.
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