#30DaysOfBiking #DopersSuck #PEDs #Cycling #MLB #NFL #Sport (Taken with instagram)
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Fausto Coppi Magazine Cover 1952 by Foto43 on Flickr.
Badass.
Tyler Hamilton. Stage 16 - Tour de France 2003.
Your solo breakaway win with a broken collarbone was epic and tainted . #SAD
A melancholy “Thanks” for finally telling the truth. I never believed your implausible denials but I always remember the joy of watching you flying on that solo breakaway victory…It was glorious. Hope you have some personal peace now.
To help ease your #TDF cold turkey…
SM Pro-tip: Love ya Sporza but make your vids embeds - you’ll get more views!
This. Is. #Dope.
#CXNats Men’s Elite Field with @jeremypowers @ryantrebon @zachmcdonald @thejonathanpage @timjohnsoncx and many more. Music by Skalariak http://www.skalariak.com.
Francesc “Cesc” Fabregas ~ FC Barcelona Vintage Football Cards
Barca - Best club team in the world.
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J-Pow-a-mania!
Slay it this weekend dood! USA! USA! USA!
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J-Pow pre-riding the Worlds Course in Koksijde.
Can’t wait for this weekend
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“Every detail was captivating to me: from the kit to the handlebar tape to the tubulars to the glistening hubs. But none more than the legs. Thick veins crisscrossed the muscles like elevation changes on a topography map. The lean ankles had been whittled to bone and tendon. The skin, stretched to accommodate the musculature built by tens of thousands of kilometers, seemed almost translucent. To an eight-year-old who gazed at photos of Eddy Merckx the way other kids idolized images of Mickey Mantle, seeing the lean legs of those three racers was the kind of event that would become etched indelibly into memory. Those legs were symbolic of fitness, suffering, sacrifice, freedom, panache, and victory. And it was only because they presented themselves in the cyclist’s unique and evocative aesthetic: They were shaven.”
“…my legs in their smooth state show each ripple, every indentation carved by the lack of the fat, every bulging muscle that pushes the skin taut, every scar. They are sculptures, monuments to my love of cycling, and it is right that they should not be covered.”
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BRUTALITY HAS ITS LIMITS
It happened because I joked about it. At the start. With Carson.
“Oh, I have a history with tram tracks! ahaha”
I told him the story of Portland. And the concussion that had removed my memory of what I did for a living for a good few minutes. And the black eye of awesomeness.
I shouldn’t have joked about it. It planted a seed in the day.
A #MustRead account of an epic ride last Saturday by my West Coast friend @Cranktastic.
I’ve solo’d a flat century with 50 miles of hard rain, temps in the low 40s, and 20 mph cross/head winds the entire route…but there was no mud…nor any climbs…nor sketchy descents.
She cheated. Ha! Much #respect.
Such adrenaline rush, I love it!
RedHook Crit March 24, 2012. Brooklyn NY
This is Brooklyn. This is Good. #RHC
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