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6 100<br />
Paul Fournel and Jo Burt<br />
12 Corsica<br />
Colin O’Brien and Paolo Ciaberta<br />
18 The Watchmaker of Ávila<br />
Carlos Arribas and Timm Kölln<br />
26 The First Time<br />
Ian Cleverly and Robert Wyatt<br />
34 Speedplay<br />
Ian Cleverly and Daniel Sharp<br />
38 Froome Dog<br />
Ned Boulting and Taz Darling<br />
44 The Ones<br />
Robert Millar<br />
<strong>Rouleur</strong> magazine is published eight times a year by Gruppo Media Limited.<br />
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and the contributor.<br />
Cover: Speedplay by Daniel Sharp<br />
This page: The Watchmaker of Ávila by Timm Kölln<br />
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words Paul Fournel translation Graeme Fife illustrations Jo Burt<br />
100<br />
ONE HUNDRED TOURS DE FRANCE<br />
IN FIFTEEN NUMBERS<br />
~0~<br />
Yellow jersey… zero<br />
It is assuredly one of the greatest injustices in the history of<br />
the Tour de France, that Raymond Poulidor, beloved Poupou of<br />
popular fame, never wore the yellow jersey. It enraged millions<br />
of his admirers and hundreds of thousands of them are still<br />
furious. It’s said that, in the course of bibulous dinners, after<br />
they had both retired, Poulidor used to pull on the yellow jersey<br />
and his friend, Anquetil, the rainbow jersey – which he’d never<br />
worn – to avert fate and to drop a splurge of laughter into the<br />
champagne. You can’t pedal up a new palmarès.<br />
~5~<br />
Five Tours<br />
Several men have won five Tours: Jacques Anquetil was<br />
the first, Bernard Hinault came next, but Miguel Indurain<br />
was the first to win five in a row, between 1991 and 1995.<br />
Sure, Armstrong did better since then, taking seven victories<br />
in succession, but he was stripped of them in a sorry history<br />
of stimulants. He won seven jerseys, sure enough, but he can’t<br />
wear them any more or boast about them.<br />
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~7~<br />
The magic number of beautiful wins<br />
For several years, the record of victories in the Tour de France<br />
has been 7. This prodigious and unequalled tally was the work<br />
of the very overbearing, very powerful and very fast, Lance<br />
Armstrong. The handsome Texan, who beat cancer, could not,<br />
however, beat the anti-doping agencies. Convicted of cheating,<br />
he confessed and found himself stripped of his victories. The<br />
authorities, whose role in this fine accumulation of victories<br />
appears to have been short-sighted, have shied away from<br />
awarding the jersey to the second-placed riders and have decided<br />
to leave seven entries in the Tour’s palmarès blank. A silent and<br />
inglorious first. The famous number 7 does not lose its aura<br />
completely because, in 1979, Bernard Hinault won seven stages<br />
in the same Tour and the bold Richard Virenque took the best<br />
climber’s jersey seven times.<br />
~9~<br />
Minor crash-landing<br />
Robic broke a bone on nine occasions: twice his skull (despite<br />
his leather helmet), two collarbones, a thigh, vertebrae, shoulder<br />
blade. But that’s behind me, we can hear him say. “Fall nine times,<br />
get up ten” should have been his motto. No wonder they called<br />
him “Death Dodger”. Easier to understand why, on the evening<br />
after his victory in the 1947 Tour de France, he went straight off<br />
to deposit his yellow jersey among the relics in the basilica of<br />
Sainte-Anne-d’Auray…<br />
~24~<br />
Non-stop<br />
The Tour de France never stops. It works 24 out of every 24 hours,<br />
even if the riders are pedalling for only a few hours in the sun<br />
each day. Hardly has the last man crossed the finish line than the<br />
workmen are dismantling the podiums, taking down the barriers,<br />
sweeping the roads and rubbing out the finish line, so as to leave the<br />
town as clean as they found it. Then they climb into their lorries<br />
to drive to the next day’s stage town w<strong>here</strong> they hastily reconstruct<br />
the podium, draw another finish line, set up the timekeepers’<br />
cabins and the départ village. They work in tandem with the<br />
radio and television technicians who spend all night preparing<br />
the following day’s live transmissions. So it’s an entire town which,<br />
for three weeks, never sleeps and is constantly on the move.<br />
~35~<br />
Against the clock<br />
After the stage finish, the riders are still racing. They have<br />
only 35 minutes from the time they crossed the line to present<br />
themselves at the doping control and urinate in front of their<br />
assessors. The riders have had to pee in view of the controllers<br />
ever since the time when a number of riders used a small rubber<br />
bulb filled with clean urine. One rider, who took some of his<br />
wife’s urine in the morning, discovered, following the drug test<br />
in the afternoon that – joy – he was pregnant.<br />
~111~<br />
What to do with all those jerseys<br />
The organisers of the Tour presented Eddy Merckx with 111<br />
yellow jerseys over his career. That’s a record which is not close<br />
to being beaten. History does not relate what the great Eddy did<br />
with them. One thing is sure, he doesn’t wear them any more…<br />
at least not in public.<br />
~121~<br />
Planetary<br />
The Tour de France is the most viewed annual sporting event in<br />
the world. Only the Olympic Games and the football World Cup<br />
exceed it but only every four years. Nowadays, 121 television<br />
channels report on the Tour. They transmit to 188 countries,<br />
60 of them with live coverage, relaying the images from France-<br />
Télévision. In addition, 72 radio stations broadcast live and 400<br />
newspapers and magazines are accredited. Hard to forget that<br />
the original Tour de France was created to promote sales of the<br />
newspaper L’Auto.<br />
~130~<br />
Randonnée<br />
To get to see the riders from the side of the road, spectators<br />
travel, on average, 130km. While the majority of them travel by<br />
car, causing unbelievable parking problems, many do it by bike<br />
in a spirit of solidarity with the riders. This spirit of cycling<br />
is so lively that, since 1993, the organisers have offered every<br />
cyclotourist and sportif rider a stage of the Tour exclusively for<br />
them. They follow the race route with car support and they are<br />
timed. In 2012, they covered the Pau-Bagnères-de-Luchon stage;<br />
in 2013, they’ll ride from Annecy to Semnoz. A week after entry<br />
opened, t<strong>here</strong> were already in excess of 10,000 riders signed up.<br />
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ONE HUNDRED TOURS DE FRANCE IN FIFTEEN NUMBERS<br />
~488~<br />
Heavy legs<br />
We never cease to argue about the suffering imposed on the<br />
riders. If the stages are long, we exclaim ‘Murderers!’ but if<br />
they are shorter, the riders devour them faster and faster and<br />
suffer for it...W<strong>here</strong> to strike the right balance Really now<strong>here</strong>,<br />
because it’s not the race route which makes the riders suffer but<br />
the riders themselves. That didn’t stop the organisers from doing<br />
things on a grand scale between 1919 and 1924 by proposing that<br />
the men of valour should ride a stage from Sables d’Olonne to<br />
Bayonne, covering 488km in a single day, making it the longest<br />
ever stage on the programme of the Tour de France.<br />
~1903~<br />
Promotion of genius<br />
It was because his newspaper L’Auto faced more and more<br />
vigorous competition from its rival, Le Vélo that Henri<br />
Desgrange (or his assistant Géo Lefèvre to be precise) had the<br />
idea of creating the Tour de France in 1903. It was, t<strong>here</strong>fore,<br />
in the name of the automobile that the bicycle came to greater<br />
prominence. What began as a race to get publicity quickly<br />
became a social phenomenon. The idea of making a circuit of<br />
the country immediately grabbed the public imagination, first<br />
because France is a country which lends itself to a tour,<br />
then because the landscape changes abruptly and is varied,<br />
but also because the idea of the Tour de France dug its roots<br />
deep into working class solidarity and a job well done.<br />
Once launched, the Tour proved unstoppable and has not<br />
ceased to grow. It took huge upheavals of history to halt it but,<br />
as soon as peace was restored, it set out again as a symbol of<br />
peace, of holidays and of sunshine. The Tour de France is bigger<br />
than the race itself. On this score, no other sporting event on<br />
the calendar can rival it. It celebrates much besides competition<br />
and remains, without doubt, the most beautiful window on the<br />
whole of France.<br />
~1910~<br />
The broom wagon<br />
For the first seven Tours, those who abandoned had to sort<br />
out and pay for a return home any way they could. In effect,<br />
a double misery: “You’re knackered You’re on your own.”<br />
Doubtless inspired by a proper sense of compassion, in 1910, the<br />
organisers introduced the broom wagon. This small lorry drove<br />
along behind the last rider on the road, towards the end of the<br />
stage finish, and scooped up all those who did not want, or were<br />
not able, to continue pedalling. Their number was removed,<br />
they were sat down in the vehicle, their bikes loaded up and they<br />
finished the course at the pace of the back markers. With all the<br />
back up available these days, the broom wagon often remains<br />
empty. Exhausted riders prefer their directeur sportif’s car.<br />
Some star riders even disappear from the race in a helicopter…<br />
leaving by the top floor, so to speak.<br />
~1919~<br />
Yellow Jersey<br />
The yellow jersey was not born with the Tour. We had to wait<br />
until 1919 to note its appearance. The public needed to be able to<br />
spot their champion at a glance. Yellow was chosen not because<br />
of the summer sun but from the colour of the pages of L’Auto,<br />
which brought the race into being. The daily was actually printed<br />
on yellow paper. The yellow jersey very quickly became the dream<br />
of every professional racing cyclist, but not, at first, unanimously.<br />
Eugène Christophe, for example, did not like it because a sneering<br />
joke at his expense went round: “Christophe the Canary”.<br />
~450,000~<br />
The handsome prize<br />
For years, the riders had the look of proletarians in the sporting<br />
world: worn out and ill-paid. That is not the case today when<br />
the top men are on a par with the top men in a number of other<br />
sports. Today, the winner of the Tour collects a prize of 450,000<br />
Euros (the last-placed man gets only 400). As a general rule, the<br />
winner, whose market value is about to make a huge leap up,<br />
gives his prize money to his team-mates. He knows he will earn<br />
a lot more elsew<strong>here</strong>.<br />
~15,000,000~<br />
Generous result<br />
Crowds of up to 15 million spectators have been reckoned<br />
to amass by the roadside along the Tour’s route. Of them,<br />
70 per cent are men, 80 per cent French. On certain mountain<br />
stages, t<strong>here</strong> can be 500,000 packed tight along the sidewalls<br />
or on the edge of the slopes. The crowds sometimes hem the<br />
riders in so close that they can hardly find any road through.<br />
The motorcyclists have to work very hard to clear the way as<br />
well as to hold back the crazier fans who run along beside their<br />
champions at risk of tipping them over. It is a superb spectacle,<br />
it’s free and nobody would dream of forgoing it.<br />
Paul Fournel is the author of Vélo, with illustrations by Jo Burt,<br />
published by <strong>Rouleur</strong>. This is an extract from <strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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words Colin O’Brien<br />
photographs Paolo Ciaberta<br />
Earlier in the day we’d perched ourselves on top<br />
of a craggy precipice. It was the perfect spot for a<br />
photograph and to hell with the strange looks we<br />
got from the passing motorists. Eventually, one car<br />
stopped. The police, we thought. Or a race official. It was<br />
neither. It was a shameless French photographer who thought<br />
that our idea was so good he’d just steal it for himself. So much<br />
for professional courtesy.<br />
The landscape had been different then, the weather too. Glorious<br />
sunshine illuminated the island’s southern, coastal terrain: great<br />
open stretches of rugged and primordial rock, sandy, almost<br />
cadmium yellow in colour and interrupted by nothing but for<br />
the winding, empty blackness of a tarmac ribbon and the border<br />
of a spotless, blue-green sea. Messrs Voeckler and Schleck were<br />
still in control; their spirited break not yet exposed as unformed<br />
juvenilia. From up t<strong>here</strong>, it was hard to understand what took<br />
the Tour so long. Even the dismal conditions later in the day<br />
couldn’t take from the island’s savage beauty.<br />
In the end, Froome’s solo attack was magnificent. Fresh as<br />
a daisy after 170km, five-and-a-bit from the line, every bit<br />
the champion, Sky’s heir apparent for the Tour drove himself<br />
forward determined and focused, powered by unstoppable legs<br />
and lungs that sucked in huge, visceral fills of the cold forest air.<br />
The gat<strong>here</strong>d fans banged furiously on the advertising hoardings<br />
and his victory echoed out into the darkness. Behind him, Porte<br />
held off the chasing pack before making his own break for<br />
second with two to go. It almost looked... easy. When they come<br />
back to Corsican shores for the Tour de France’s grand départ,<br />
with the full weight of the year’s meticulous planning and the<br />
black-and-blue colossus behind them, it should look staggering.<br />
But we knew how good Sky were already. What came next<br />
was an illustration of just how far others had fallen. Twentytwo<br />
minutes after Froome crossed the line, a wretched figure<br />
materialised like the ghost of Tours past from the grey,<br />
damp gloom that was smothering the mountain. Eyes to the<br />
covered heavens in a vague and desperate supplication, he<br />
trundled on in hopelessness, burdened by the heavy load of<br />
expectation and his own potential. Was it for this that Andy<br />
Schleck was born<br />
Viscid clouds of fog clawed at him as he heaved his gaunt shell<br />
up l’Ospedale one strained pedal stroke at a time. It was a long<br />
CORSICA<br />
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“Eyes to the covered<br />
heavens in a vague and<br />
desperate supplication, he<br />
trundled on in hopelessness,<br />
burdened by the heavy load<br />
of expectation and his own<br />
potential. Was it for this that<br />
Andy Schleck was born”<br />
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day in the saddle for the former maillot blanc, and a longer<br />
season, though we’d not yet reached April.<br />
Schleck’s drawn-out comeback from injury has been fraught<br />
with problems. A doping conviction for his brother at the Tour;<br />
aborted races and questions about his own professionalism; the<br />
ex-team boss caught up in the ‘Reasoned Decision’; a French<br />
MP who claims to have seen the Luxembourger too drunk to<br />
stand up in a Munich hotel; and a sponsor sick to the back teeth<br />
of cycling and pulling the plug as soon as it can. Far from ideal<br />
conditions for one of the sport’s most high-profile riders trying<br />
to rediscover the form that once excited us so.<br />
As Fabian Cancellara raged against the dying of the light<br />
in Belgium’s hinterlands, he gave a perverted impression of<br />
RadioShack. It’s a miracle they’re still in existence, let alone<br />
winning Classics. On that melancholy Corsican slope, Andy<br />
painted a much more honest picture: a haunting spectre of what<br />
might have been, suffering towards its own end in dragged-out<br />
slow motion, savaged by the exertions of impotent endeavour.<br />
A cautionary tale to the sport’s current luminaries. The next big<br />
thing that never was.<br />
Who knows what’s happened to the Schleck of old<br />
The rider once tipped as a multiple Grand Tour winner,<br />
who was on the tongue of every Tour fan at the turn of the<br />
last decade, has disappeared. That memorable win at 2009’s<br />
Liège-Bastogne-Liège seems an age ago. His breakaway<br />
that day was breathless, his future full of almost limitless<br />
potential. Now we wonder if he has a future at all. Behind<br />
Schleck, burly men packed barriers and signage into grubby<br />
vans. Other riders chatted as they sped past him unaware,<br />
downhill to the warm reward of the team bus. Fans making<br />
tracks to their cars wore confused faces when they saw the<br />
cyclist battling on. They thought the race was over. It was.<br />
Sic transit gloria mundi.<br />
Colin O’Brien is a freelance journalist based in Rome. This is an<br />
extract from <strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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words Carlos Arribas<br />
photographs Timm Kölln<br />
The<br />
Watchmaker<br />
of Ávila<br />
hen he’s in Ávila, which isn’t very<br />
W often, Julio Jiménez lives in the<br />
depths of a dark house which has a<br />
small living room and a large bedroom<br />
with a sizeable bed. The trophy heads<br />
of three chamois from the Oisans stare<br />
out somewhat perplexed and glassy-eyed<br />
from dusty corners. This is the house in<br />
which he lived with his mother, Doña<br />
Goya Muñoz, until she died recently at<br />
the age of 90; and in which his life and<br />
his memories are preserved along with<br />
a yellow Bartali brand bike held up by a<br />
couple of old rusty rollers gripping the<br />
finest Reynolds tubes almost too tightly.<br />
It was a lightweight bike made for him<br />
by Géminiani to tackle the vast mountain<br />
stages during his time at Bic.<br />
Almost 50 years later Julio Jiménez<br />
still has that look, his bright eyes are<br />
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ROULEUR<br />
THE WATCHMAKER OF ÁVILA<br />
mischievous yet strangely innocent; the<br />
reflection of a life which already seems to<br />
be fading into that et<strong>here</strong>al territory w<strong>here</strong><br />
memory merges with myth. But let’s not<br />
get ahead of ourselves. His memory is still<br />
as sharp, precise and as clearly defined<br />
as the innate driving force that guided<br />
his years as a cyclist, not to mention his<br />
relentless optimism and survival instinct;<br />
abilities that have endured to this day and<br />
still surprise him. On a cold winter’s day,<br />
as sad and gloomy as a winter’s day can<br />
be in Ávila, dirty snowflakes fly loose in<br />
the air and at four in the afternoon the city<br />
is deserted, austere and stony, populated<br />
mainly by priests and officials. It’s already<br />
getting dark and Julio, or Julito, as he’s<br />
affectionately known around <strong>here</strong> when he<br />
goes to the local bar for wine and patatas<br />
revolconas (a potato dish with bacon,<br />
paprika, peppers and onions) returns to<br />
his home, a ground-floor flat opposite a<br />
petrol station, alone.<br />
“I’ll get the dinner on now, grilled steak,”<br />
he remarks as he says goodbye, and in<br />
doing so provides the finishing touch to a<br />
portrait of loneliness, old age (Julio lives<br />
alone and is 78 years old) and melancholy<br />
in which the ageing, almost forgotten<br />
champion’s only remnants of the glory<br />
days are a selection of ceramic plates with<br />
naïve art motifs (seven in total, one for<br />
each stage won on the Tour), yellowing<br />
photos that only the very old or the very<br />
wise know how to unravel, three stuffed<br />
chamois, one for each time he was King of<br />
the Mountains on the Tour, and sacks of<br />
press clippings sorted by year, including the<br />
announcement that appeared in L’Équipe<br />
on Saturday July 13, 1964: “Mrs Gregoria<br />
Muñoz, as the mother of the winner of<br />
the Puy-de-Dôme stage, Julio Jiménez,<br />
shall receive a bouquet of flowers courtesy<br />
of Interflora at her home in Avila”.<br />
And that was life. Or was it<br />
The following morning at our second<br />
interview and photo session, one feels<br />
obliged to ask how his night was; mainly<br />
out of pity (because the one asking<br />
the question feels young and free in his<br />
mediocre life with no past of which to<br />
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ROULEUR<br />
THE WATCHMAKER OF ÁVILA<br />
speak), as if to comfort him. He begins<br />
to roll those orbiting oval eyes, allowing<br />
a mischievous smile to creep onto his face<br />
and responds: “Alone No, not at all, I<br />
called a friend, a girl I know. We had a good<br />
time...” Come again By girl you mean, 50<br />
or 60 years old The ensuing relief from<br />
the question provides a moment of respite.<br />
“What are you talking about She can’t be<br />
more than 30 years old, a real cutie...”<br />
It’s a revelation that bursts open the<br />
floodgates, momentarily submerging us in<br />
truths as we begin to understand – apart<br />
from why the bed is so big and cosy – his<br />
true personality, the character of a cyclist<br />
about whom one could say was always<br />
t<strong>here</strong> in the most memorable moments<br />
of the Tour during the ’60s, though not<br />
many people have heard of him. On the<br />
other hand you have to admit that old age<br />
doesn’t always mean surrendering and that<br />
women are most certainly the spice of life.<br />
Julito was a womaniser who never<br />
married because according to him his<br />
mother never would have approved of the<br />
women with whom he enjoyed spending<br />
the nights. He was one of the privileged<br />
few in Franco’s sad and repressed Spain<br />
that could enjoy a fulfilling sex life, as<br />
did most cyclists, being on the road and<br />
always moving on. He experienced sexual<br />
repression at a very young age before<br />
becoming a cyclist and a watchmaker,<br />
the job that nicknamed him ‘The<br />
Watchmaker of Ávila’ for eternity. Before<br />
putting together and taking apart watches<br />
in his cousin’s workshop (so as not to get<br />
out of shape, he wouldn’t stop moving<br />
his legs as if he were pedalling under<br />
the watchmaker’s table), Julio worked in<br />
an army clothes shop w<strong>here</strong> dozens of<br />
women sewed military uniforms.<br />
“My job was to oil the sewing machine<br />
motors,” remembers Julio. “And I loved<br />
it because the motors were almost on the<br />
floor and while I lubricated them I got a<br />
good look at the seamstresses’ legs.”<br />
Carlos Arribas is a sports writer for El País.<br />
This is an extract from <strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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THE FIRST TIME<br />
words Ian Cleverly photographs Robert Wyatt<br />
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omething is not right. The man sat across the table from me,<br />
S normally as chipper as chipper can be, is decidedly out of<br />
sorts. If SRM added a chipometer to its range to sit alongside its<br />
power cranks, this rider would normally be nudging the upper<br />
reaches of its capabilities – somew<strong>here</strong> between ten and a Spinal<br />
Tap-esque 11. Now he is downright grumpy.<br />
Russell Downing, an easy-going man from Yorkshire, is feeling<br />
dicky for the second day running of the Three Days of De<br />
Panne, a race run for the last 37 years in Belgium as a warm-up<br />
for the impending and rather more serious matters of the Tour<br />
of Flanders and Paris-Roubaix.<br />
VDK-Driedaagse De Panne-Koksijde, to give the race its<br />
proper Belgian title, is a decent enough event in its own<br />
right, but its proximity to the Belgian big two of the Classics<br />
season lends a slightly underwhelming air to proceedings.<br />
As a journalist – or bike fan – t<strong>here</strong>’s a lot to be said for<br />
races like De Panne, w<strong>here</strong> a lack of pressure allows access<br />
to teams and riders ordinarily off limits. But when the star<br />
riders start bailing after a couple of days, keeping their<br />
powder dry for the following Sunday’s Ronde, you can’t<br />
help but feel slightly cheated. Who’s going to win Who cares!<br />
The big boys went home already.<br />
One man who won’t be going home quite yet is Downing,<br />
sitting in a hotel bar wrestling with the Speedplay cleats on<br />
his shoes, determined to find a solution to his poor form in recent<br />
weeks. Four crashes since the start of the season have left him<br />
scratching his head and wondering when Lady Luck will smile<br />
his way. Crashes for a pro cyclist may well be part and parcel of<br />
the job, but for an experienced bike handler like Downing, two or<br />
three a year might be par for the course. Four in as many weeks<br />
was beyond a joke.<br />
“I was good two weeks ago, but not now,” he says dejectedly.<br />
“I didn’t take any skin off in the last crash, but something is not<br />
quite firing.”<br />
So this joker in the pack, who along with older brother Dean<br />
is a popular and seemingly ever-present fixture on the UK<br />
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acing scene, is down but not out, convinced t<strong>here</strong> must be a<br />
simple solution to his bad run. That morning in Oudenaarde’s<br />
beautiful town square, across the road from the Ronde Museum,<br />
Downing had hassled the mechanics for Allen keys and adjusted<br />
his saddle height a tad, wondering if that might be the cause of<br />
the strange sensations in his legs.<br />
The answer, when it came, was both unexpected and bizarre.<br />
The cleat on Downing’s left shoe was 25mm further back than on<br />
the right, presumably shifting during one of the aforementioned<br />
crashes in the weeks prior to De Panne.<br />
Now, in this world of professional cycling w<strong>here</strong> the top bananas<br />
are supposed to notice if so much as a pea has been placed<br />
beneath their mattress of an evening, you may wonder why<br />
Downing didn’t figure that one out previously. I certainly did.<br />
Twenty-five millimetres is no typo: we are not talking 2.5<br />
millimetres <strong>here</strong>. That’s a whole inch, near as damn it.<br />
“It just didn’t feel right and I couldn’t work out what it was,”<br />
he says. “I couldn’t get any power out. I was so pissed off, then<br />
I went to change my cleats and one of them was out by 25mm.<br />
You never know, it might have done me good in the long run and<br />
strengthened my left leg.”<br />
That’s an upbeat appraisal of what might, just might, have<br />
benefitted Downing’s marginally weaker left leg for however<br />
long he’s been riding with this positional imbalance, as we joke<br />
about the pedalling triangles motion he has endured for several<br />
weeks. Imagine if he’d been using those Osymetric chainrings that<br />
Wiggins used to use. He’d have been pedalling octagons...<br />
New cleats correctly fitted, the transformation was immediate.<br />
Downing placed himself in the early five-man break the following<br />
day for a good old- fashioned blow out prior to Flanders. With the<br />
oldest man in the race (and possibly professional cycling, for that<br />
matter), 42-year-old Niko Eeckhout, driving the younger men<br />
along, the quintet pressed on promisingly, until that unwelcome<br />
symbol of many a cursed Belgian breakaway, the train crossing,<br />
intervened.<br />
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Thirty seconds or so spent jiggling around behind a barrier and the<br />
not- so-famous five resumed their mission,but the impetus was<br />
gone. Truth be told, the sprinter’s teams would have reeled them<br />
in at a time of their choosing, but that extra half a minute would<br />
have added a little extra spice to the morning’s racing.<br />
As the bunch split apart on the final finishing laps of the town of<br />
De Panne, Downing lost the best part of a minute in the closing<br />
kilometres. He had done enough, however, to make the 120-man<br />
cut for the afternoon’s time-trial. If NetApp-Endura directeur<br />
sportif Enrico Poitschke was happy with his man’s performance,<br />
it was hard to tell.<br />
“He didn’t say a word, to be honest,” says Downing, nonplussed.<br />
“I came back, gave him my bike and said: ‘That’s more like it’.<br />
He didn’t say a word. A couple of the lads afterwards had no<br />
idea I was in the break...”<br />
I’m detecting a hint of things being less than rosy in<br />
the garden following the merger this year between the<br />
German NetApp squad and Scotland’s Endura. Despite some<br />
sniffing around in various quarters, nobody is forthcoming<br />
with the juice, apart from the occasional mention of “initial<br />
teething problems”.<br />
This marriage of convenience between the two squads made<br />
good business sense and gave Endura access to a Pro Continental<br />
licence, a step in the right direction after a very satisfying 2012.<br />
Wins from the likes of Jonathan Tiernan- Locke, Ian Wilkinson,<br />
Erick Rowsell and, of course, Russell Downing, put the Brits at<br />
the head of the UCI’s EuropeTour ranking by the end of March.<br />
Tiernan-Locke’s Tour of Britain victory was the icing on the cake<br />
at the other end of the season. Endura backed their Sky-bound<br />
Devonian to the hilt to claim the first British winner of the modern<br />
era race, no mean feat.<br />
“To finish off the season by winning the Tour of Britain – that<br />
was amazing,” says Downing, a man with a reputation for<br />
winning, equally satisfied in his support role. “Sat on the front,<br />
day in, day out, and still sprinting at the end. It was a good<br />
feeling. I need to find shape like that again...”<br />
Ian Cleverly is Managing Editor of <strong>Rouleur</strong>. This is an extract from<br />
<strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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words Ian Cleverly photographs Daniel Sharp<br />
SPEEDPLAY<br />
Richard Byrne came up with a home trainer that held<br />
the bike in position and offered resistance using fans,<br />
a major departure from old school rollers. He called<br />
it the Turbo Trainer. You might have heard of the<br />
generic term. He didn’t have the patent in place for that one...<br />
One great idea lost to others.<br />
How about tri-bars Five years in advance of Greg LeMond<br />
blasting down the Champs-Élysées in 1989 tucked down on his<br />
Scott clip-on aero bars, Byrne had come up with a not dissimilar<br />
design, again without patenting. T<strong>here</strong>’s a theme developing <strong>here</strong>...<br />
When he finally arrived at the pedal and decided he could<br />
do better, Byrne made sure everything was in order with the<br />
paperwork before laying his ideas in front of the major players<br />
in manufacturing.<br />
“I had been looking at pedals and other things in the market and<br />
decided I wanted to make a better pedal. T<strong>here</strong> seemed to be a<br />
gaping technological hole, in so much as they were all singlesided.<br />
The other thing with them at the time is that they had a<br />
design flaw: the harder you pull on them, the more likely you are<br />
to pull out of the pedal.<br />
“I thought of it like a door handle. You can pull on it as<br />
hard as you want and nothing will happen until you reach the<br />
release point. I also wanted it to float. That was my goal, so I<br />
started playing around with designs and drawing, and figured<br />
the only way I could do it was with the lollipop shape with a true<br />
locking mechanism.<br />
“We took it to 22 companies and said: ‘We got this new design:<br />
half the weight of the competition, much better cornering<br />
clearance, much better stack height, far superior locking<br />
mechanism, and it’s double-sided. You’re gonna love it!’<br />
“And they looked at it and said: ‘That’s a radical departure...<br />
No thanks!’<br />
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ROULEUR<br />
SPEEDPLAY<br />
“It performs like a bicycle pedal, but doesn’t look like anything<br />
that had preceded it. So we started out with the legacy of what<br />
had come before us, which now became an impediment to our<br />
potential.”<br />
That could well have been the end of the story, except that<br />
Sharon Worman, who happens to be Byrne’s wife, and whom<br />
he credits unconditionally with being the business brains behind<br />
the operation, agreed to throw her eggs in the Speedplay basket.<br />
“Sharon was an attorney at the time, but suggested we start a<br />
company ourselves. She said she’d give it two years and then go<br />
back to work, and that was 21 years ago...”<br />
Byrne’s early years in the sport, as he relates tales of first<br />
seeing the Tour de France in 1972, chatting to Barry Hoban<br />
(who was amazed to see an American race fan in France),<br />
ending up on the front page of L’Equipe by accident –<br />
a longhaired autograph hunter lurking in the vicinity of<br />
Raymond Poulidor – suggest a hippie doing a cyclist’s version of<br />
a Jack Kerouac road trip that continued once he had landed back<br />
home in Florida.<br />
“I got more and more into cycling and I wanted to race but t<strong>here</strong><br />
wasn’t much going on in Florida so I drove around until I ended<br />
up in San Diego.”<br />
Track racing was Byrne’s bag and the San Diego velodrome turned<br />
out to be the perfect place. When an inventor came looking for<br />
a pilot for his super-sleek recumbent, Byrne won the audition<br />
and was duly crowned winner of the Human Powered Speed<br />
Championships in ’83. Two years later, in a coaching capacity,<br />
Byrne helped Jim Elliott to fourth position in the Race Across<br />
America, then a fledgling event for extreme distance nutcases, now<br />
an established event for extreme distance nutcases. Those aero<br />
bar extensions I mentioned earlier featured on Elliott’s machine,<br />
developed further by Pete Penseyres, winner of the ’86 edition and<br />
still holder of the highest average speed for the RAAM.<br />
“My latest hobby is teaching bike handling skills,” says<br />
Byrne, who never seems to sit still for long, as you may have<br />
gat<strong>here</strong>d by now. “It came from teaching the same thing on<br />
the track. It came about after Dave Zabriskie crashed on the<br />
Tour. I had breakfast with him the following morning and<br />
said if he came to San Diego I would teach him some skills,<br />
which I did in one day. The next time I saw Bjarne he said<br />
‘What did you do with Dave He is like a totally different rider.<br />
We need you to do the same with my guys’.<br />
“It was basically parking lot skills. Zabriskie was scared to ride<br />
next to somebody, to ride at close quarters. Riis’ skills were<br />
much better than most of the guys on his team.”<br />
You are probably building up a mental picture of Richard Byrne<br />
that suggests he is a little bit flaky, in a good-natured, whackedout<br />
kind of way; that the Californian sun has turned his head to<br />
mush and all of these side projects are minor distractions from<br />
the business in hand.<br />
But you’d be wrong. He’s always thinking, always looking<br />
for ways to improve, whether that be Zabriskie’s handling,<br />
aerodynamic riding positions or the humble pedal. It’s all<br />
relevant. If I were to cook an omelette in the company of Byrne,<br />
I’m thinking he’d have some marginal amendments – maybe<br />
even wholesale sweeping changes – to the recipe the rest of us<br />
use. No butter perhaps. Heating it under the grill possibly.<br />
Ian Cleverly is Managing Editor of <strong>Rouleur</strong>. This is an extract from<br />
<strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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words Ned Boulting photographs Taz Darling<br />
FROOME<br />
DOG<br />
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ROULEUR<br />
Every now and then, when he’s got nothing better to<br />
do, Chris Froome leaves his Monte Carlo apartment,<br />
shouts to his fiancée Michelle that he’ll be back soon,<br />
and heads off to the beach. This is a normal enough<br />
situation, I suppose. We’re talking about Monaco, w<strong>here</strong> loafing<br />
around in sunshine is part of the residency requirements. But the<br />
rest of the trip to the beach is less typical.<br />
When he gets to the water, he dives in and hunts around the<br />
sand and stones on the seabed, feeling for life, looking for<br />
octopus. When he finds one, he harpoons the holy crap out of it,<br />
retrieves his prey from his spear, and if it’s still alive, ‘flips its<br />
head inside out’ and bashes its brains out on a rock. Dripping<br />
water, and carrying the deceased cephalopod back upstairs to<br />
his wife-to-be, he returns home. Lunch is sorted.<br />
He then thumps his chest, and heads for the shower. (All right,<br />
I made that bit up.)<br />
This story is relevant, somehow. I feel certain t<strong>here</strong> must be<br />
some justification for leading this feature with the octopus<br />
story, other than its fleshy shock value. Maybe it’s a metaphor.<br />
Perhaps because it serves as a reminder that Chris Froome’s<br />
particular kind of British upbringing involved him spending<br />
precious little time in Britain. If he’d been from, let’s say,<br />
Kilburn, for example, he might have developed a passion for fly<br />
fishing tiddlers in the canals at Maida Vale, instead of circling<br />
submarine life forms in warmer waters with murder on his<br />
mind. Or perhaps I like the story because he told me that he’s<br />
been trying to teach Philippe Gilbert (a fellow Monégasque)<br />
how to harpoon sea bream. The Belgian world champion is, by<br />
all accounts, an eager student, but has much to learn. Heaven<br />
help the fish when he’s mastered that.<br />
But, thinking about it, I think I do know why this simple story<br />
of Côte d’Azur leisure time strikes a chord: it doesn’t seem<br />
very likely.<br />
I close my eyes and try to imagine it. But the details prove<br />
elusive. Has he got a scuba tank Does he carry a knife<br />
Are t<strong>here</strong> flippers involved Speedos Is the octopus trying to<br />
escape, or has Team Sky’s Chris Froome caught him unawares,<br />
and with devilish stealth Come to that, how do you flip an<br />
octopus’s head inside out I can’t picture it.<br />
The truth is this: I just can’t see Chris Froome killing a giant,<br />
bilaterally symmetrical, waterborne mollusc. But then again, a<br />
year or two ago, I couldn’t see him winning the Tour de France.<br />
Doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen. Stranger things have<br />
happened, as I hope I’ve just proved.<br />
I’ll be honest, as my deadline now ticks down to the final few<br />
hours. This hasn’t been the easiest feature to write. No sooner<br />
had I rattled out some sort of first draft, than the whole thing<br />
needed an instant reworking, in the light of the ever-changing<br />
power struggle within Team Sky. The story, as I understood<br />
it, had aged within an hour. In Monaco, I had been struck by<br />
how little Chris Froome had seemed interested in stoking the<br />
smouldering embers of La Toussuire, that Alpine climb of the<br />
famous 2012 “attack” T<strong>here</strong> is, in my mind, little doubt that<br />
his publicly semi-functional relationship with Bradley Wiggins,<br />
is also privately, well, semi-functional. Yet, sitting in the<br />
springtime Riviera sunshine, Froome was painting me a picture<br />
of a man who appeared to be widely misunderstood. He was<br />
casting Bradley Wiggins in a different light.<br />
“I don’t think he likes the limelight. I don’t think he enjoys fame.<br />
I think he’d be a lot happier having a quieter life, away from the<br />
buzz, the whole circus.”<br />
The problem was, that a week or so later, as I sat at my desk in<br />
London, listening back to my recording of Froome’s carefully<br />
chosen words about his team-mate, Wiggins himself was<br />
indeed caught temporarily in the limelight (at a pre-Giro press<br />
conference), creating a buzz, and whipping up a circus all of<br />
his own. Suddenly, Bradley Wiggins wanted to lead the Tour<br />
team again.<br />
I stopped typing. I had to. This ran directly counter to the specific<br />
account that Chris Froome had only just given me.<br />
“I don’t think he likes the limelight. I don’t<br />
think he enjoys fame. I think he’d be a lot<br />
happier having a quieter life”<br />
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ROULEUR<br />
“I was in my own little world. I came back<br />
down with a huge grin on my face, thinking,<br />
this is what I ride for.”<br />
“Will you seek Brad out, face to face, and have that discussion”<br />
I had asked him, as we perched on the steps of the Port de<br />
Fontvieille.<br />
“We already had that discussion. He told me that he would ride<br />
for me at the Tour.” He had looked certain, sounded emphatic.<br />
“We don’t need to have that discussion. I think it’s pretty<br />
clean cut.”<br />
Perhaps not as clean cut as he might wish.<br />
* * *<br />
Taz, <strong>Rouleur</strong>’s photographer, and I had checked into the<br />
Columbus hotel in Monaco for our appointment with Chris<br />
Froome and his girlfriend Michelle Cound. We had both been to<br />
that establishment before. I mention this only because in 2009,<br />
I sat in its foyer on the eve of the Tour de France listening to<br />
the Garmin-clad Brad Wiggins telling me how he was pretty<br />
certain he had a top 20 finish in him, “maybe even top ten”. It<br />
seemed a bit of an empty claim at the time, and I’m not sure<br />
we even bot<strong>here</strong>d running the interview on our TV coverage the<br />
next day when the Tour got underway. Of course, three weeks<br />
later, he had announced himself as a genuine GC rider with his<br />
fourth place (third if you discount Lance Armstrong, which you<br />
absolutely must). Back then, we had no idea what he was about<br />
to reveal about his potential.<br />
Monaco was crawling with Team Sky operatives that<br />
weekend, I recall. Some were covert, others more visibly<br />
sporting their three-lettered allegiance to the Master Dish<br />
Sellers of Osterley – Sky. Plain old Dave Brailsford, in his<br />
pre-knighted days, was also staying at the Columbus, along with<br />
Shane Sutton. Fran Millar was looking after the marketing types<br />
from BSkyB in the Fairmont hotel on the other side of town,<br />
overlooking the famous F1 hairpin. They were busily putting<br />
together their plans for the launch in six months time. Brailsford<br />
was privately, as well as publicly, repeating his mantra to anyone<br />
who would listen: “Our aim is to produce a British Tour winner<br />
within five years.”<br />
They were t<strong>here</strong> to see Bradley Wiggins. Chris Froome wasn’t at<br />
the race at all.<br />
After a text message saying they were running a little late (his<br />
training ride had been a bit longer than planned) Chris and<br />
Michelle pitch up. We shake hands, and since it is a beautiful<br />
spring afternoon, head for the sea front, to do battle with the<br />
noise of the helicopters taking off and landing en route to Nice<br />
airport. T<strong>here</strong>’s a lot going on in Froome World just now.<br />
He has to be at the height of all his powers, both mental and<br />
physical, to zone in on what matters and to disregard the rest.<br />
“Yesterday the penny dropped.” Froome is talking slowly, as is<br />
his way. Sometimes he thinks for a while before he speaks, and<br />
occasionally bites his bottom lip. He’s faultlessly polite. He’s<br />
always been faultlessly polite.<br />
“It was a recovery ride. I went out for two-and-a-half hours<br />
just over the Col de la Madone and I had that feeling that<br />
I had completely switched off.” It must be nice, that. To rise<br />
13 kilometres above the chaos and the clamour, and let it all<br />
evaporate. From up t<strong>here</strong> Monaco must look very small. “I was<br />
in my own little world. Just came back down with a huge grin on<br />
my face, thinking, this is what I ride for.”<br />
T<strong>here</strong> have surely been times when that bit, that fundamental<br />
pleasure, has been easily forgotten. Entering the sharp end of<br />
the most important season of your life, hitting July face-first<br />
as the favourite to win the Tour, with the defending champion<br />
shadowboxing you from afar: this is the stuff which might<br />
threaten to break you, a pressure that will turn cracks into<br />
fissures and blow the whole project apart if you let it.<br />
Yet Chris Froome takes ‘level-headed’ and stamps it onto every<br />
waking minute of his life.<br />
Ned Boulting is the author of On The Road Bike published by Yellow<br />
Jersey Press. This is an extract from <strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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THE ONES<br />
Stage 3<br />
Maastricht – Charleville-Mézières<br />
1 July 1969<br />
words Robert Millar<br />
photographs Offside L’Équipe<br />
The team leader’s pressure<br />
starts long before that first<br />
roll call. Depending on<br />
the situation it’ll usually<br />
commence anyw<strong>here</strong> between 9 and<br />
12 months before and t<strong>here</strong> are two<br />
options: t<strong>here</strong>’s the good Tour and t<strong>here</strong>’s<br />
the bad Tour, but don’t be tempted to<br />
think the middle is no man’s land. In<br />
the professional cycling world t<strong>here</strong> is<br />
no such thing. Pro cycling doesn’t see<br />
things as bad, average or acceptable;<br />
it’s a black and white world w<strong>here</strong> you<br />
are only as good as your last race, and<br />
this psychology is the brutal reality for all<br />
the ones.<br />
If the team had a good Tour the previous<br />
year t<strong>here</strong>’s a little bit of slack before the<br />
questions start getting asked. How are<br />
you feeling Are you going to do better<br />
Will t<strong>here</strong> be more wins Will you be<br />
faster<br />
Have a bad Tour and the same questions<br />
start instantly though this time it’s the<br />
management not the media or fans<br />
asking, and the grilling comes without<br />
the niceties and pre-interview small talk<br />
that success brings.<br />
Any new teams and newly promoted<br />
ones are given the benefit of the doubt<br />
and typically come to their first Tour<br />
with new relationship enthusiasm, their<br />
sights set high or higher depending<br />
on their form. They may like to think<br />
they are under less pressure to win,<br />
but they aren’t.<br />
The ones learn quickly of the fickleness<br />
of their situation. They are t<strong>here</strong> to win,<br />
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Stage 12<br />
Bourg-de-Péage – Mende<br />
16 July 2010<br />
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Stage 6<br />
Merlin Plage – Merlin Plage (ITT)<br />
2 July 1975<br />
or at the very least to be competitive.<br />
They are expected to be seen and that<br />
doesn’t include slipping out the back or<br />
being at the bottom of a pile-up, though<br />
quite how you avoid the second scenario<br />
often depends more on luck than it does<br />
on anything else.<br />
At some point during the process of<br />
becoming a one you grow to be painfully<br />
aware that your form, or the lack of it,<br />
concerns not only your direct future but<br />
probably that of the 40, 50 or 60 other<br />
people employed by the team. It may<br />
even impact on the sponsor companies<br />
depending on their size, markets and<br />
monetary commitment because a good<br />
Tour can mean more exposure, more<br />
sales and more employment for them<br />
too. All it takes is to catch a snippet of<br />
conversation that you weren’t supposed<br />
to hear – probably from a couple of<br />
members of the team staff – for the<br />
reality to smack you between the eyes that<br />
t<strong>here</strong> could be more at stake than just the<br />
bike race. They might even be guys that<br />
you like who were doing the gossiping, but<br />
all the same it’s one of the truths you don’t<br />
need to hear when the pressure is on.<br />
Your job as a one at the Tour de France<br />
is to be at the front when you need to<br />
be. That means all day during the first<br />
week and if you don’t do it naturally then<br />
you have to get used to being dragged<br />
up to the head of affairs on a regular<br />
basis. Later on, once the race has a bit<br />
of structure it’s slightly easier to keep a<br />
decent position, but during the opening<br />
stages having a one on your dossard<br />
doesn’t earn you any more respect when<br />
the fighting really gets going near the<br />
stage finishes. You can’t afford to fall off<br />
and the desperadoes know that, so unless<br />
you are a sprinter you get bumped and<br />
barged, lose the place and end up in the<br />
wind or further back.<br />
You have to get used to being surrounded<br />
by team-mates too; some riders like this<br />
and some don’t, but for most ones the<br />
choice is made for them at the morning<br />
meeting. Flat days and it’s the big burly<br />
team-mates looking after your needs;<br />
mountain stages it’s the climbers; for the<br />
in-between days it’s anybody who is still<br />
fresh. T<strong>here</strong> are no real days off as a one.<br />
The best you can hope for is an invisible<br />
day w<strong>here</strong> you take no wind, make no<br />
significant efforts and everyone forgets<br />
about you. Those days do exist, and they<br />
are almost as pleasurable as the days<br />
when everything goes right.<br />
Robert Millar was King of the Mountains<br />
at the 1984 Tour de France. This is an<br />
extract from <strong>Rouleur</strong> issue 39.<br />
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