Course Marshals like yourself are tasked with preventing the crowd, including photographers, from interfering with the race/racers, which is a super good and necessary thing. On behalf of Manual for Speed and the USA Pro Challenge and the institution that is Professional Road Racing, thank you for volunteering, thank you for being an active and engaged citizen, we sincerely appreciate you. Mary, like seriously, we’re not fucking-around, we really do appreciate you and your willingness to contribute and participate. Here’s what’s clear to me: sometimes our relationship is, by definition—Photographer v. Course Marshal—combative, what you need to do and what I need to do are sometimes (not always!) mutually exclusive. Regardless of my POV and your POV, that’s what’s up. And but two things:
- Dude, ‘douches’? Wait what? Like, that’s how your going to comport yourself? You’re a representative of the USA Pro Challenge and you’re publicly talking shit using an embarrassingly antiquated and therefore impotent and/or laughable slur? Come on gurl.
- Whistle + Orange Reflective Vest + Course Marshal Badge + Miniature Baton-Flag =Stanford Prison Experiment.
- 7:00 AM: Klaus Bellon wakes up and walks approximately 200 yards through the parking lot and some grass to the Walgreens behind the Comfort Inn, purchases a package of Nice! Hikers Mix trail-mix (raisins, sunflower seeds, peanuts, cashews, pepitas and almonds), a bottle of Odwalla Super Food Premium Fruit Smoothy Blend (not from concentrate) and a small bag of kettle-style potato chips, and eats it all for breakfast.
- 11:47 AM: On our way to the START in Vail, on a quiet feeder road just outside Vail Village, we passed Freddie Rodriguez (who was on the phone with his wife), Alex Hagman and Nic Hamilton of Team JELLY BELLY p/b KENDA, also on their way to the start. Window down and driving along side the three of them (17.5mph), we asked them about breakfast and warming-up. “We had some oatmeal, eggs and bacon. If you ride with a lot of layers, you don’t need to ride as long to warm-up.”
- 12:17 PM: The lady in front of us inside the Avon Starbucks next to the Burger King by the round-about ordered: “A venti, sugarfree, vanilla, one-pump, classic soy, double-blended, extra-matcha, green tea, Frappachino, no whip.” Side note: For accuracy and because immediately following the order we were stunned into silence, we asked the barista to please slowly repeat it back to us so that we may record it. She did. After she did she told us about a regular who regularly orders a venti, seven-pump sugar-free caramel, seven-pump sugar-free vanilla, non fat, one splenda, iced latte.
It all started the last couple of weeks. I’m as surprised as anyone else. I didn’t know I’d be doing this well, I kept falling during the first half of the year. I broke my collarbone and I had a couple of concussions from falling. I got taken out by a motorbike in Sydney and then I got to Majorca and got run over by a car from behind, both during training. Then I got taken out by a tourist a couple of weeks later, right before the start of Romandie; I also had to move out of my apartment the night I got hit, I was all cut up and shit. A lot of German tourists come to Majorca, and when they see a pro, they want to race. So he was coming around me and he clipped my handlebars. He didn’t even stop, he just kept going. It was just a bad run.
So then, after that, I did California, and I wasn’t good. During the Tour de Suisse, I told my parents that if I didn’t get better, I would just go back to school or something. I got back from Switzerland and I was over it. My girlfriend flew in from Australia and we went on a road trip. We went to Moab, the Grand Canyon, then stayed in downtown LA for a few days, then went to Palm Springs and stayed at the The Ace Hotel. Then we went to Vegas, which was just like a last minute thing.“We were driving along, listening to the audio book of Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, she was asleep and I was like “Fuck it,” I drove us to Vegas and we stayed at Caesar's for two days.”Lachlan Morton
We went to a Wiz Khalifa concert in Vegas, it was fun. He had like ten guys on stage with him, and he was pouring gin into the audience, that kind of thing.
So then we came back and I trained pretty hard for a month. I found a coach I like. I’ve had coaches in the past, I had a really good one when I was a junior. Others haven’t worked out, but then I found a really good one in Ben Day. He gets it. He’s on United Healthcare. It’s funny, in Utah, when I was away, he had to chase me. And here, in stage two or something, he had to chase me again. He knows my numbers, but he’s pretty professional about it.
The plan this week was to ride for Tom, and based on what he did in Utah, he showed he deserved that. In hindsight, I think I could have ridden in the front yesterday.
After this (Colorado) we have a week off, and then we race in Alberta. It would be nice to get a result there for Ryder, since it’s more or less a home race for him. When the season is over I’ll go back to Sydney, but that’s not a good place to train since I live right in the city center. But then there’s training camp. My brother and I want to do this ride in Chile, it’s like 1200 km one way, on this highway that goes to Patagonia. I’ve been talking to a frame builder in Boulder, Mosaic, about doing a frame for it. It’s going to be like a mountain bike, but set up like a road bike. I’m also going to hang out with my girl friend, she’s in art school.
It’s hard to say what I would have done had I quit. My brother was a professional bike rider, now he works in film and TV. I was going to just kick around until the end of the year, and then figure out what it was going to be. Then go do something. People who get to this level, people who spend so much time suffering, are all a little bit crazy. When you’re in a room with just one guy it might be quiet. But then you get eight guys together. A guy like Zabriskie, a guy like Millar, it’s really funny. It’s a really strange mix of people that would never hang out together normally, but we’re all there, shooting the shit for hours in a team bus. It’s just really funny. The vibe in the team is really good, it’s a really good mix of different people.
My dad was big into motor racing, like cars. But we grew up with motorbikes. We first got motorbikes when I was like five I think. Then we were going to start go-kart racing, but our next door neighbors who we were close to, who had boys pretty much my age and my brother’s age—we were really competitive them—got go-karts first. And because our parents wanted to separate us out, if you know what I mean, we had to do something else. So we got mountain bikes and we did that for a while. Then we found out that there was a local cycling club, and then we got road bikes. It was a really strong club, the coach that was running it had been to the Olympics in Moscow.“Every Tuesday night a hundred people would show up for these crits and just we fell in love with racing bikes. We never got go-karts.”Lachlan Morton