Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Moving forward by honoring the past

While enjoying 'the Del' on the Saturday ride a few Steel Wüleurs met up with Daniel Green-winner of the 1977 Mt. Hamilton Road Race (I-pro). Having done this race a few times, I can thoroughly appreciate the effort that he must have put in to pull that off. We have since welcomed him to join us on some rides. I wonder what bike he was on and what gearing those animals used in 77'. I can only imagine that it was a huge gear considering my first road bike in 87' had a 12x21 with a 52x42. If anyone could appreciate the Steel Wül mission, it would be him.

Below is a shot of his Hamilton Trophy. This rivals the Super Prestige Trophy that went to LeMond, Kelly, and Jean-Francois Bernard.

1 comment:

  1. The large group that cycle in formation through Aptos every Saturday morning around 8:30 am appears well organized-but it is not.

    The riders gather from disparate origins at O’Neil’s near the yacht harbor each Saturday at 8:00 am for a 40 to 85 mile ride that is fixed by tradition. They are bound by no written rules, they carry no clipboards, they hear no whistles, and no one is in charge. They live instead by an unwritten code more stringent than anything that could be put on paper.

    This unwritten code of conduct extends to behavior; ride a straight line, don’t overlap someone’s rear wheel, stop at all signs and lights, ride to the right of the roadway, and point out hazards on the road to others, the code extends to safety; ride single file, wear a helmet, don’t brake suddenly, never lead unless you know the way and finally, the code extends to attire; wear cycling shoes, shorts, jersey, gloves and of course a helmet.

    Thus, when a neophyte appears and violates any part of the code, peer pressure is unleashed. One such person wobbled in on an old Peugeot cycle with aerobars several years ago, demonstrating an earnest desire to ride with the best, but showing he knew little about how to dress for the occasion. As he rode through the peleton (moving formation of cyclists), mutterings from the group yielded such labels as “”warning”, “danger” and “hazard”. But safety was not the issue, appearance was.

    This neophyte was wearing jockey shorts under his Lycra bike shorts and the outline of his undergarment showed through for all to see. This was more than the unofficial “monsignor” (Kelly Robinson) of the group could handle. The normally mellow and docile “old man of cycling” or OMK (Old Man Kelly) who always had an encouraging word for the new rider in the group blurted out “panties in the pace-line”. The phrase was picked up by others in the group and it spread like wildfire through the pack.

    In time, the violator became acquainted with his transgression and took corrective measures, but it was too late. Even after becoming an accomplished rider, even to the point of challenging the most experienced riders on the hills of San Andreas road, he had earned a nickname that stuck early and would never be removed.

    He is now and will be forevermore known as Underwear Man.