Full-on full-blown Jock Bro Gladiator Love, hugging the shit out of a still steaming Alex Howes seconds after he finished the race. In motherfucking yellow, son!
Getting my FlyKnits muddy on the way to the porta potty in the Vendor Area. My Knits, they’re grounded.
- 10:18 AM, 0.0 mi: ”I’m going to predict that Alex Howes will win a Tour de France stage in the next two years!”—Dave Towle
- 10:43 AM, 0.0 mi: “I’m going to be an uncle in three weeks.”—Thomas Dekker
- 10:52 AM, 0.0 mi: Manual for Speed’s Emiliano Granado is assigned to Photo Moto #10, which Photo Moto #10 is operated by Mike Love. Mike looks Emiliano up and down and says, “Hey, how much do you weigh? I’m going to have to counterbalance you so you gotta let me know before you lean to one side or the other.” Emiliano asks, “What about jumping and doing tricks, what’s the deal with that?”
- 11:03 AM, 3.7 mi: On our way up the course a few miles outside of Aspen, we’re directed to pull over to the side of the road by a Colorado State Patrolman. “I’m not going to stop you guys, but I wanted to let you know that I just got a complaint over the radio about an asshole white Nissan Altima driving the course like an asshole.” “Dude, we were doing like, maybe 30mph, and its a closed course, and we have a Media Sticker, albeit a small one.” ”Listen, I get it but these other cops don’t .”
- 11:07 AM, 3.7 mi: Side Note: Okay, three things: 1) We’ve been driving race course courses ahead of the actual race for five years, in at least ten different countries on five different continents, and we’re still thoroughly uncertain as to what the UCI Rules & Regulations are regarding how far ahead (miles/time/whatever) of the race Media is required to be, and/or whether Media is allowed to be on the course between the rolling enclosure and the front of the race, like, at all, etc.; 2) Whatever the official UCI Rules & Regs are, bottom line is, they do it right in Europe, and they do it wrong here in America; 3) #picsoritdidnthappen.
- 12:34 PM, 14.9 mi: On a corner along the course a few miles south of Basalt, Fr. Will Fisher, several members of his St. Peter’s Episcopal Church Congregation and several Aspen Jewish Congregation members were performing Bike Blessings. “This event brings joy and happiness to the community, and we want to contribute through prayer and blessing.”
- 12:52 PM, 29.1 mi: Carbondale Community Co-Op is cute, and for a little over seven dollars you can purchase one large (i.e. 33.8 fluid oz.) and two small (i.e. 11.2 fluid oz.) bottles of Mountain Valley Spring Water, in this case, the Blue Label sparkling kind.
- 1:17 PM, 47.5 mi: Dear Dollar Rental Car, while taking a mid-course Nature Break today, I noticed a small-but-significant(?) crack on the driver’s side of the bumper/spoiler/ferrying deal. What worries me is this: I don ‘t remember discussing the crack during our walk-through inspection. I also don’t remember a clipboard and a form and any circles on a rudimentary car diagram. But dude, it had to be there the whole time because I definitely didn’t run into anything, I would have remembered that.
- 1:39 PM, 59.0 mi: Ian and I spot a bloodhound walking down the course. Off leash. Unattended. In the middle of the street. Super casual and all the way chill. Cold trotting aimlessly. The race is 8km out and closing. We’re not sure but if we had to guess, the dog’s name is Otis.
- 1:59 PM, 78.2 mi: A Colorado Highway Patrol Officer tries to block the Team SmartStop Pro Cycling RV, the same Team SmartStop Pro Cycling RV that’s painted electric blue and covered in sponsor logos. You know, like, bike sponsors, as in like bike racing, as in the USA Pro Challenge.
- 2:15 PM, 78.2 mi: Note to self: learn more about the Unified for/Save Thompson Divide situation.
- 2:46 PM, 88.2 mi: Dear Colorado Police, you guys need to get your fucking shit together! It’s embarrassing. You’re embarrassing. Did you go to the meetings? Was there a diagram, maybe some maps, instructions, anything? Or did you just wake up this morning and get this bike tournament handed to you at Roll Call? Have you seen a bike race before? I mean—and I don’t want to sound like a dick here but—do you even have a rudimentary understanding of rolling enclosures and the various components and working/moving parts that make up the spectacle that is a bike race? Listen, the thing is, I can deal with your ineptitude, ignorance and systemic incompetence, but do you have to be so arrogant, insolent and petulant? I get it, your blue Stratton campaign hats are #hellatight right, and you carry guns, and you drive very fast, very clean, cars, but dudes, come on, We Are The World. I’m supposed to be here. Spectators are supposed to be here. Support staff are supposed to be here. These jammers are more than a competition and/or race, they’re a spectacle, a really big, really unwieldy, really grand, spectacle. We’re not censologists but it’s pretty clear that significantly fewer people are spectating this race every year. Shit be in decline! The vibe is off! And it’s probably in large part your fault. Thanks.
- 3:00 PM, 95.2 mi: Colorado laaaaaaaaaoves Dare Wear!!!! You know: blue wigs, pink skirts, cheetah leggings, feather boas, chaps, polyester dresses, cheap oversized sunglasses, candy-apple red knee-high boots, etc. Aaaaaaaaaand animal/fruit-based adult full body costume suits too, i.e. banana suits, gorilla suits, chicken suits, cow suits, carrot suits, zebra suits, watermelon suits, etc. And Beach Cruisers, Coloradans love Beach Cruisers.
- 3:01 PM, 95.2 mi: “Just watching for rocks.”
- 3:33 PM, 98.3 mi: Ian and I slow to let a deer cross the road. Ian shouts, “DEER!!!!!” like he hasn’t seen 500,000 deer a year for the last twenty years. Moments later we see several other deer on the side of the road, two of which are fawns. At this point Ian and I and make eye contact to like, silently acknowledge their presence. And that’s when I see that Ian is tearing-up as in like crying with joy, and like, awe or something.
- 3:46 PM, 99.1 mi: On the way back to the car after a lovely impromptu Photoshooting with the McDonough Sisters—over the course of which Photoshooting we talked about how men’s footwear is finally now, as of 2014, reaching its potential in terms of color and pizzazz—I overheard the sisters returning, obviously, to the conversation they were having before we arrived, about an article on Obama in the paper today.
- 4:01 PM, 101.0 mi: At the bottom of the last climb (unpaved!!!!) an Angry Gandalf-looking Course Marshal and, of course, a Colorado Highway Patrolman, block our way aggressively. Angry Gandalf cites the Technical Manual, which we as Media don’t have—as in they (the race organizers) dont give us one when we register. He says, “Did you read the Technical Manual? This road is closed. You have to go around. It’s ALL in the Technical Manual.” At this point, I’m imagining beating the Course Marshal into the woods with a Technical Manual. I’ll have to borrow his though because like I said I don’t have a fucking Technical Manual. We say yeah, that Technical Manual deal sounds super interesting, like great story bro but can we please go up the road because otherwise we can’t photograph the course and we will miss the finish, and anyway, we’re Media, see the sticker, so like, can we just do this or what? Reluctantly, as in very, as in extremely so, the Course Marshal let us pass. But first he was all, I won’t do this again, I’m out here everyday and I know what you look like.
- 4:13 PM, 102.3 mi: In the town of Crested Butte, in a splash of late afternoon post thunderstorm sunlight, we saw a gorgeous fit young woman riding a bright red beach cruiser around in a lose fitting crocheted top. She only had one arm.
- 4:14 PM, 102.4 mi: Mountain towns in Colorado know how to support a quality independent book store.
- 4:53 PM, 105.0 mi: ”I think culture happens at sea level.”—Emiliano Granado
- 9:52 PM, 105.0 mi: At night, the village of Mt. Crested Butte shines a massive spotlight on the backboard-like triangular-shaped mountain resting just behind and just above the village below. It looks like the mountain top is bathed inheavenly daylight, or maybe the village is having a movie premiere.
- 10:12 PM, 105.0 mi: MFS gained access (consensually) to the private hotel room of Team Garmin-Sharp riders Alex Howes and Phil Gaimon for a super-duper candid 90-minute Fireside Chat & Portrait Session the words of which will never ever ever ever be published. Ever.
- 11:56 PM, 105.0 mi: Upon returning to the Altima, MFS discovered that the car was apparently still running—it’s one of those push-button start/stop deals and it runs weirdly quiet like modern cars do. So yeah, when we come out of the hotel and walk over to the car it’s on and idling and ready to go. It was a little bit creepy like maybe our car was suddenly sentient and already anticipating our needs. “>>>> HELLO MICHAEL IT’S ME KIT. >>>> ARE WE FINALLY LEAVING OR WHAT? >>>>“
ASPEN FM 101.1 PLAYLIST – Stage 02
- ”Lightning is literally striking!”
- ”It’s a real slog out there today!”
- ”These guys could literally fall off the edge of the Earth out there right now!”
- ”It’s not quite Andy Hampsten on the Gavia out there, but these guys are probably wearing every single thing they own right now!” ((Upon examination of finish line photographs, readers may call this claim into question.))
- ”It’s like the Tour de France in the 1940s: the TV feeds are down and we’ve got no images, it’s all about the radio right now!”
- ”This is going to go down as one of the most exciting days of racing in America, ever!”
- ”This is a Tommy D signature climb!”
- ”We’re going to have a winner here with in a half hour, this one is coming in hot!”
- ”If you’re Robin Carpenter, at this point now, you’re all-in on a day like today.”
- ”It looks like all the usual suspects are there!”
- ”But Brad, they are rapidly running out of real estate!”
- ”If you follow VeloNews, then you will know this guy coming in right now on a Photo Moto, this is Casey Gibson, one of the most famous American photographers in the world!”
- ”This Hincapie Development Team literally punches above their weight.”
- ”They’ve got to keep their blood flowing and they’ve got to keep their core body temperature up, that’s the name of the game out there right now!”
- ”They call it a polemic in Italy. This is going to be bizarre. And now they are saying it’s back on!”
- ”The horses are back on the track now!!!”
- ”They would need a motorcycle to bring back Carpenter now!”
- ”This is the biggest upset in three decades!”
- ”With a gap this big, Carpenter could stop for a coffee on the way through town and they still wouldn’t catch him!”
- ”Carpenter is having a full body experience right now!”
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“Go big and THEN go home.”—Ben King “The worse you feel, the more bad ass you look.”—Phil Gaimon “Thinking about yesterday's dirt roads and mud as a fun mountain bike ride made it easier to handle the consequences of being in the race.”—Tommy D.