Thursday, May 22, 2008

Talking Smack

I've got a lot to say on the subject, but have decided it would be best just to shut up.

Gonna say only one thing: if you didn't do as well as you would have liked in a race, it's nobody's fault but YOUR OWN!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

But I'm perfectly happy with my (current) 8th place finish.

Heck, with 1K to go I sat up and declared myself satisfied with 20th or 25th. Main pack finish was my goal.

Not my fault 10 people chose to go straight at the final 90-degree left turn.
:D

Rio's Rider said...

Good. At least you can be rest assured that I'm not attacking you in this post. I'm certainly not blaming YOU for all those guys who didn't know where the finish line was.

I realize that there are some cases where someone else might cause a person to not finish where they should have. But in the case I'm referring to, that's not true. Certainly, you wouldn't just sit in during a race, not doing anything to advance yourself, and then bad mouth others (or a whole team) because of what you chose to do.

I've said too much. Shutting up again.

Downhilldiva said...

Now that I know what this is about I think it is hysterical! Bottom line road racing is a team sport, if you don't like it stick to racing tris.

crazy4rammstein said...

Now that I ALSO know what this is about, I'd like to say that road racing is RACING! It's where you bite your teeth into your competition, shake them in your jaws like a shark and spit them the hell out behind you while they beg for mercy and you go on to win or do your best. If you are lucky to have teammates (read: other shark friends) they do this for you while you conserve energy and then jump away when you can and go on to win the race for youself, for your teammates who helped you, for your entire team.

This person has obviously NEVER raced a road bike, or watched a Pro race on tv/DVD. Does this person know who Lance Armstrong is, for example? Has this person not seen his team hammering up a mountain, riding tempo, to discourage attacks and keep the field in "check?" Then, they pop off one by one, until a fresh Lance stands and leaves everyone in his dust and then wins.

The men are not friends in a race, neither are we. We women are catty bitches, then we love each other afterwards and talk about how hot the men racers that passed us were and how this is why we race (or, maybe this is just what I do afterwards!) Gotta love my teammates for listening to me yap about calves, quads and, oh yeah, boys.

Go Ski Utah! (and other teams who know what racing is about)

BG