Only one American has won the Giro D’Italia. Some of the biggest stars in the history of American cycling have won stages at the Tour of Italy. The first American to win a stage of the Giro was Ron Keifel in 1985. The next was an American by the name of Andy Hampsten also in 1985, and in those days of the Giro Italian cycling was defined by the rivalry between two great champions. The rivalry that unfolded during the ’85 Giro that made headlines daily was between Francesco Moser and Giuseppe Saronni.
These two greats followed in a long line of Italian rivalries that would end with Fausto Coppi and Gino Bartoli who became stars before World War II and continued their rivalry after the War was over and bike racing resumed all across the globe. Personally, Bartoli and Coppi were best of friends but friendship does not sell as many newspapers as enmity. The polarizing of these two men provided ample fodder for the Italian media to re-ignite the passion the Italian people after years of bitter struggle during World War II. It was so effective that the Italian media continued that tradition of inventing fictitious rivalries between great bike racers right through to the modern era.
There was another American in the 1985 Giro named Greg LeMond and while the Italian media’s focus all of their fervor on Moser and Saronni it was Greg LeMond and his teammate, Bernard Hinault who won that year’s Giro. Greg LeMond believed that the Giro was the ideal race to use in order to get in shape for the Tour de France. The following year, Greg himself, won a stage in the race and used the fitness gained to go on and win the ’86 Tour.
Other Americans of note that have won stages in the Giro include sprinter Fred Rodriguez who beat what was then the fastest man in the world, Alessandro Petacchi, time trialist Dave Zabriskie, and a special note should be made that American team Garmin-Slipstream won the opening stage of last year’s Giro which was a Team Time Trial giving the pink jersey of race leader to Christian Vandevelde from Chicago, Illinois. This year’s Giro also starts with a Team Time Trial and Garmin has brought their very best squad in hopes of repeating last year’s success. This year’s edition has a total of 10 Americans on the start list. Looking to add their name as American stage winners of the Giro D’Italia are a resurgent Lance Armstrong and on form Levi Leipheimer. Also Jason McCartney of Saxo Bank could win a stage as well as Tyler Farrar the designated sprinter at Garmin-Slipstream. It has been since 1988 that Andy Hampsten has won the Giro, and no American has won since. And this year we have the best chance for another American to win. His name is Levi Leipheimer.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Bring on the Giro--8 Things I love about Italy.
1) SICILY—Sicily is so achingly gorgeous that when you see it, if your Oakleys aren’t stained with tears you should check your chest cavity to be sure your heart is still beating. Most Sicilians have relatives in the U.S., and wherever we raced there, we were given a gracious reception. There are Ancient Greek ruins everywhere that the locals don’t seem to notice. If you can imagine a vineyard and orange groves growing inside the acropolis you are on the right track. I raced in Sicily many times, especially at the beginning of the season, and found it to be invariably fantastic. The island’s reputation as a mafia stronghold has kept the tourism riff-raff to a minimum and is refreshingly void of shops selling themed rubbish. Is the reputation warranted? Well, one night during the early season week-long “Week Of Sicilian Cycling” every single bike, car, mussette, cap, tire, cable and shoelace was stolen from the team hotel where the whole professional peloton was staying. After negotiations with the proper local “family” all was returned and the race resumed.
But as beautiful as Sicily is, it nearly always breaks your heart. The Giro started there in 1989 and as the defending champs we wanted to get off to a good start in the Stage II team time trial. A feral cat, black as coal, wandered into Sean Yates’ front wheel while we were flying at 65-70 kilometers per hour on a long straight downhill about five kilometers from the finish. We went careening in twenty different directions upon contact with the said cat and never regained that time lost. Still, I will always love the Sicilian landscape and the warmth of its people.
2) THE FOOD—Be real. To die for. Italian food is serious taste bud delirium. Is it possible to gain five pounds during a three-week Grand Tour? Oh yes, I did it two times out of three tries. Only a snowstorm on the Gavia Pass prevented a perfect record of weight gain for me at the Giro d’Italia. It is virtually impossible to find a bad meal in Italy, from the pizza to the pasta to the gelato to the wine and espresso, proscuitto to calamari to cappuccino. Wait, forget all that and just eat the cheese and drink the Barolo. And don’t forget the bread. And the olive oil…you get the picture! Italians from every region have a serious love affair going with their food and will not hesitate to tell you that the food from their region in every village is by far the best. I never argue, or hesitate to drop in for the yum-yum.
The Italian diet is as close to perfect for a cyclist as any cuisine on earth; complex carbs, great, lean meats, plenty of fresh seafood, hearty soups, fresh veggies and fruits and truly satisfying desserts. No wonder so many great cyclists come from Italy.
3) POLLUTION—Pollution is obviously a worldwide disgrace. At least pollution produced in Italy is the by-product of some of the most beautiful consumer goods on earth. From the simple perfection of a Lavazza stone top coffee pot to the curvaceous lines of the Desmosedici Ducati, nobody does functional elegance as well as the Italians. Have you ever seen a Riva running about the Riviera? How about a Ferarri wailing down the autostrada? How about Pantani parting the multitudes on his celestial Bianchi high on the mountain passes? Poetry in motion. In Italy, power without a dash of style is not worth the effort.
4) THE GIRO—The Giro d’Italia is the most beautiful bicycle race on earth. Of course, the Tour de France trumps all races in worldwide popularity, but it is a pale industrial behemoth compared to the natural splendor of the Giro courses. American participation in the Giro has been hampered by the popularity of the Tour de France to a certain degree and the realization by our top pros that it is the Tour and not the Giro that really pays the bills. Indeed, America’s best ever, Lance Armstrong, never raced the Giro, but won the Tour seven times. When Lance was at his best, could he have won the Giro? There is no doubt he could have. Lance’s preparation for the Tour was so precise it would have been ill advised to deviate from what became the perfect execution for Lance’s tour ambitions. I most certainly wish he had raced it, because I might have been able to cover the race for TV and get to spend another month in the land eternal. There was a time when many of the best felt like the Giro was the best way to get ready for the Tour. Hinault, Fignon, LeMond and Miguel Indurain all used the Giro to prepare for a winning ride at Le Tour. Greg LeMond was especially fond of the Giro as a preparation race for the Tour, but as the Giro changed in the late ’80s to suit a new galaxy of Italian stars, Greg abandoned using the Giro to get ready for the Tour. During the heyday of Francesco Moser and Guiseppe Sarroni (not pure climbers either one) from the 1970’s through to 1987, the Giro featured insanely long flat stages, punctuated with climbing stages that often times skirted the epic passes that were so prominent in Coppi and Bartoli’s days (both fantastic climbers). After Moser and Saronni retired, the Giro returned to the great climbs, and this enabled Andy Hampsten to win the Giro, the only American to do so thus far.
The Giro traverses the Appenines which form a spine of mountains that runs north to south and when criss-crossed by the race makes even the early stages challenging. And thus, avoids the ten days of tedious flat stages that the Tour fans must typically endure before any fireworks in the mountains of France. Some of the Giro’s toughest days feature climbing stages just outside Naples, Rome and Florence. The verdant, fecund Po River Valley usually features stages for the flamboyant sprinters, personified by Mario Cippolini in recent years. Then, of course, the Italian Alps is the terrain so loved by the pure climbers. Recently, such luminaries as Gilberto Simoni, Damiano Cunego and the late, great Marco Pantani have flown over the Alps in regal majestry. Which leads me to the fifth reason to love Italy….
5) THE DOLOMITES—The rugged spires of these mountains shoot up nearly vertically and snatch your breath away when you see them. If there are more beautiful mountains, I’ve never ridden them. One hundred million years ago, the Dolomites were under water, and it is only recently that it was discovered that the Dolomites are actually a coral reef. Not only great climbs can be found here, but also marine fossils are common. The passes are now part of cycling lore and give us the great monuments that have come to be synonymous with our most brilliant legends. Legendary climbs like the Stelvio, Gavia, Marmolada, Sella, Pordoi and many more traverse these mountains and must be seen and climbed to believe. There is ton upon ton of hype in this world, but as cyclists, to miss seeing these mountains and climbing them at least one time is to have an incomplete cycling experience. One day we will all ride the Dolomites—if not in this life, then most certainly in their heavenly counterpart, the Kingdom of God.
6) THE WOMEN—And while we are speaking of heavenly bodies, I would be remiss if I didn’t say one reason to love Italy is the women. From Venus de Milo to Mona Lisa to Sophia Lauren, any red-blooded, living person can’t help but enjoy the scenery. The mind will drool and the glands will swoon and you will know that God is a man.
7) FAITH—Cycling in Italy has always followed a straight and narrow path parallel to many of the religious tenets of Italy. Reminders are everywhere, in the form of the Crucified Christ, that damnation and salvation are close at hand. It is the cyclist in Italy who cannot help but resolutely pedal towards the latter. When you are constantly reminded of the suffering of the Crucifixion it is impossible not to reflect on the close ties between cycling and religious life in profoundly sacred places like the Vatican, Rome, Assisi, etc. For the pedaling spiritual pilgrims, all roads lead to the Madonna di Ghissalo chapel high above Lake Como, and to hear its bells peal as the Tour of Lombardia passes by is as close to a religious cycling experience as one can have. The Madonna di Ghisallo is a religious site, as well as a museum of the most incredible collection of memorabilia you could ever dream of. Of course, it has also become the first of four tough climbs during the closing kilometers of the Tour Of Lombardia where many a race-winning move has been launched. Claudio Chiapucci and I once passed by on a training ride, and the Padre came running out when he saw Claudio and begged him for his race-winning bike from Milano Sanremo, which Claudio readily offered. You may feel most certainly free to avert your gaze from the reminders of religious passion everywhere in Italy, but you can also groove to them and feel the miles fly by.
8) THE BIKES—If you don’t love the bikes made in Italy, you may have picked the wrong sport to enjoy. Pinarello, De Rosa, Bianchi, Gios, Olmo, Basso, Rossin, Colnago, Kuota, Quattro Issi, Pegoretti, Willier Triestina, Tomassini and many hundreds of brands you’ve never heard of litter the marketplace and joust for our attention, strained to the limits by each brand more beautiful than the last. And it is the racing that has propelled the technical advances we can enjoy from the bicycles of Italy. The grace and beauty of Italian bikes are a natural progression of the countryside and millennia of staggering artistic endeavor we’ve become so accustomed to.
EPILOGUE—You must ride your bike in Italy at least once in your life to have truly lived well. Taste the food, look at the monuments, marvel at the scenery from the saddle of a bicycle and you will be changed forever (mostly for the better, I promise). Sell your car or house and get yourself to Italy.
But as beautiful as Sicily is, it nearly always breaks your heart. The Giro started there in 1989 and as the defending champs we wanted to get off to a good start in the Stage II team time trial. A feral cat, black as coal, wandered into Sean Yates’ front wheel while we were flying at 65-70 kilometers per hour on a long straight downhill about five kilometers from the finish. We went careening in twenty different directions upon contact with the said cat and never regained that time lost. Still, I will always love the Sicilian landscape and the warmth of its people.
2) THE FOOD—Be real. To die for. Italian food is serious taste bud delirium. Is it possible to gain five pounds during a three-week Grand Tour? Oh yes, I did it two times out of three tries. Only a snowstorm on the Gavia Pass prevented a perfect record of weight gain for me at the Giro d’Italia. It is virtually impossible to find a bad meal in Italy, from the pizza to the pasta to the gelato to the wine and espresso, proscuitto to calamari to cappuccino. Wait, forget all that and just eat the cheese and drink the Barolo. And don’t forget the bread. And the olive oil…you get the picture! Italians from every region have a serious love affair going with their food and will not hesitate to tell you that the food from their region in every village is by far the best. I never argue, or hesitate to drop in for the yum-yum.
The Italian diet is as close to perfect for a cyclist as any cuisine on earth; complex carbs, great, lean meats, plenty of fresh seafood, hearty soups, fresh veggies and fruits and truly satisfying desserts. No wonder so many great cyclists come from Italy.
3) POLLUTION—Pollution is obviously a worldwide disgrace. At least pollution produced in Italy is the by-product of some of the most beautiful consumer goods on earth. From the simple perfection of a Lavazza stone top coffee pot to the curvaceous lines of the Desmosedici Ducati, nobody does functional elegance as well as the Italians. Have you ever seen a Riva running about the Riviera? How about a Ferarri wailing down the autostrada? How about Pantani parting the multitudes on his celestial Bianchi high on the mountain passes? Poetry in motion. In Italy, power without a dash of style is not worth the effort.
4) THE GIRO—The Giro d’Italia is the most beautiful bicycle race on earth. Of course, the Tour de France trumps all races in worldwide popularity, but it is a pale industrial behemoth compared to the natural splendor of the Giro courses. American participation in the Giro has been hampered by the popularity of the Tour de France to a certain degree and the realization by our top pros that it is the Tour and not the Giro that really pays the bills. Indeed, America’s best ever, Lance Armstrong, never raced the Giro, but won the Tour seven times. When Lance was at his best, could he have won the Giro? There is no doubt he could have. Lance’s preparation for the Tour was so precise it would have been ill advised to deviate from what became the perfect execution for Lance’s tour ambitions. I most certainly wish he had raced it, because I might have been able to cover the race for TV and get to spend another month in the land eternal. There was a time when many of the best felt like the Giro was the best way to get ready for the Tour. Hinault, Fignon, LeMond and Miguel Indurain all used the Giro to prepare for a winning ride at Le Tour. Greg LeMond was especially fond of the Giro as a preparation race for the Tour, but as the Giro changed in the late ’80s to suit a new galaxy of Italian stars, Greg abandoned using the Giro to get ready for the Tour. During the heyday of Francesco Moser and Guiseppe Sarroni (not pure climbers either one) from the 1970’s through to 1987, the Giro featured insanely long flat stages, punctuated with climbing stages that often times skirted the epic passes that were so prominent in Coppi and Bartoli’s days (both fantastic climbers). After Moser and Saronni retired, the Giro returned to the great climbs, and this enabled Andy Hampsten to win the Giro, the only American to do so thus far.
The Giro traverses the Appenines which form a spine of mountains that runs north to south and when criss-crossed by the race makes even the early stages challenging. And thus, avoids the ten days of tedious flat stages that the Tour fans must typically endure before any fireworks in the mountains of France. Some of the Giro’s toughest days feature climbing stages just outside Naples, Rome and Florence. The verdant, fecund Po River Valley usually features stages for the flamboyant sprinters, personified by Mario Cippolini in recent years. Then, of course, the Italian Alps is the terrain so loved by the pure climbers. Recently, such luminaries as Gilberto Simoni, Damiano Cunego and the late, great Marco Pantani have flown over the Alps in regal majestry. Which leads me to the fifth reason to love Italy….
5) THE DOLOMITES—The rugged spires of these mountains shoot up nearly vertically and snatch your breath away when you see them. If there are more beautiful mountains, I’ve never ridden them. One hundred million years ago, the Dolomites were under water, and it is only recently that it was discovered that the Dolomites are actually a coral reef. Not only great climbs can be found here, but also marine fossils are common. The passes are now part of cycling lore and give us the great monuments that have come to be synonymous with our most brilliant legends. Legendary climbs like the Stelvio, Gavia, Marmolada, Sella, Pordoi and many more traverse these mountains and must be seen and climbed to believe. There is ton upon ton of hype in this world, but as cyclists, to miss seeing these mountains and climbing them at least one time is to have an incomplete cycling experience. One day we will all ride the Dolomites—if not in this life, then most certainly in their heavenly counterpart, the Kingdom of God.
6) THE WOMEN—And while we are speaking of heavenly bodies, I would be remiss if I didn’t say one reason to love Italy is the women. From Venus de Milo to Mona Lisa to Sophia Lauren, any red-blooded, living person can’t help but enjoy the scenery. The mind will drool and the glands will swoon and you will know that God is a man.
7) FAITH—Cycling in Italy has always followed a straight and narrow path parallel to many of the religious tenets of Italy. Reminders are everywhere, in the form of the Crucified Christ, that damnation and salvation are close at hand. It is the cyclist in Italy who cannot help but resolutely pedal towards the latter. When you are constantly reminded of the suffering of the Crucifixion it is impossible not to reflect on the close ties between cycling and religious life in profoundly sacred places like the Vatican, Rome, Assisi, etc. For the pedaling spiritual pilgrims, all roads lead to the Madonna di Ghissalo chapel high above Lake Como, and to hear its bells peal as the Tour of Lombardia passes by is as close to a religious cycling experience as one can have. The Madonna di Ghisallo is a religious site, as well as a museum of the most incredible collection of memorabilia you could ever dream of. Of course, it has also become the first of four tough climbs during the closing kilometers of the Tour Of Lombardia where many a race-winning move has been launched. Claudio Chiapucci and I once passed by on a training ride, and the Padre came running out when he saw Claudio and begged him for his race-winning bike from Milano Sanremo, which Claudio readily offered. You may feel most certainly free to avert your gaze from the reminders of religious passion everywhere in Italy, but you can also groove to them and feel the miles fly by.
8) THE BIKES—If you don’t love the bikes made in Italy, you may have picked the wrong sport to enjoy. Pinarello, De Rosa, Bianchi, Gios, Olmo, Basso, Rossin, Colnago, Kuota, Quattro Issi, Pegoretti, Willier Triestina, Tomassini and many hundreds of brands you’ve never heard of litter the marketplace and joust for our attention, strained to the limits by each brand more beautiful than the last. And it is the racing that has propelled the technical advances we can enjoy from the bicycles of Italy. The grace and beauty of Italian bikes are a natural progression of the countryside and millennia of staggering artistic endeavor we’ve become so accustomed to.
EPILOGUE—You must ride your bike in Italy at least once in your life to have truly lived well. Taste the food, look at the monuments, marvel at the scenery from the saddle of a bicycle and you will be changed forever (mostly for the better, I promise). Sell your car or house and get yourself to Italy.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Photos from Pasadena
My buddy Brent Chang from South Pasadena, shot some behind the scenes photos from Stage 7. Many interviews with the Hollywood crowd. Soo many people...crowds were amazing. Will post a rap-up when wheels down in Durango.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Chrome Dome
I, with help from Johan, shaved my head just in time for the sun to return to the ToC. If I had known that that was all it would take for the sun to appear, I would have shaved my head last year. Thanks to everyone who donated to a good cause. BTW--If you see me at the Tour, bring me a hat, I'll give props to my favorite one.
The serious business of the individual TT begins today. As usual, Astana is in the enviable GC position with five riders in the top ten. But be very afraid of Dave Z. He is supposedly, if you listen to the inside skinny, on great form and very fired up to crush the TT today. Lance Armstrong came into the race saying he would work exclusively for Levi, but now finds himself with a chance to win the overall if he does a solid TT. Rogers is also racing great in second place. This stage will be a real measure of how well Levi handles pressure with so many big names right behind him on GC.
Today is going to be the best day of racing in the history of American Cycling.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Levi came, Levi saw, Levi slew the Philistines
Hats off to Levi Leipheimer for a great ride on stage 2 of the ToC. Conventional wisdom assumed that Levi could easily take one minute out of Mancebo in the TT in Solvang; but conventional wisdom does not take into account the Lance Armstrong factor. Truth be told, Levi could probably have waited for the time trial, just like last year, but Lance brings so much enthusiasm and so much good natured high spirits that Levi, to quote the man, “Went old school Bob Roll style with no rain gear, attacking for no reason.” However, in reality it was Lance that provided the team with tremendous inspiration and one can’t help but rise to the occasion, which Levi did by putting in a very impressive stomping. I have never seen Lance so at ease, excited and fired-up at the same time. His glee is apparent and contagious throughout Johan’s band of merry raiders.
Look forward to the Tour de France a bit later in the summer when Lance’s infectious crack like enthusiasm helps the whole team rise up to great heights. There was some speculation that the ToC would be the same as last year, but even with the bad weather, there is easily twice as many fans on the course and the main difference is the participation of Lance.
Welcome back Brotha!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Blob's ToC Predictions
What is there left to say about the Tour of California that hasn’t been said already? Lance! blah blah blah…Floyd! blah blah blah…and Levi! blah blah blah…Basso Astana, Boonen, Cavendish, Cancellara blah blah blah…but what will Phil, Paul and Craig Hummer say about it all day long? Here are some of my predictions:
PL: “He’s dancing on the pedals!”
PS: “Right you are Phil.”
PL: “I dare say.”
PS: “He’s riding like a man possessed.”
PL: “Right you are Paul.”
CH: “What did you guys say?”
PL: “Cavendish blah blah blah...”
PS: “Rogers blah blah blah…”
PL: “(Insert British rider) blah blah blah…”
PS: “the course looks fabulous.”
PL: “Spot of bother, hotting up, spit the dummy, glorious day of racing, out on the open road.”
PS: “argie-bargie, suitcase of courage, blue touch paper, it is an undulating course, the time trial is called the race of truth, I think (insert anyone’s name) will agree with me.”
CH: “Come again?”
I am just kidding. I will however miss being in the booth with the best commentators in the business. Instead I will have my hands full out on the course running down all the interviews. In all seriousness the reason to tune in to every moment is to see Lance Armstrong race again. Lance never raced the Tour of California because its inception was the year after he retired. It was Floyd Landis who won that inaugural edition and it has been Levi Leipheimer winning ever since. But seeing Lance racing again is as near to a miracle we may ever see in bike racing. And if he is at his best what a great race it will be. Which brings me to my predictions.
The pre-race hype will be a whirlwind surrounding Lance, Floyd, Ivan Basso, and Carlos Sastre but none of these men will win. It will be Levi Leipheimer who wins completing a delicious hat trick. In 2009 Levi is coming off his best grand tour ever. He was second at the Tour of Spain this past fall, only a few seconds slower than his teammate Alberto Contador. And I have a sneaking suspicion that Levi is still stinging from his non-participation in the 2008 Tour De France. Through no fault of his own Levi’s team Astana was left out of the Tour under very curious circumstances. Year in and year out Levi is awesome in the early season and this year he has a serious axe to grind. He seems to be at the height of his powers and the race course favor his talents even better than years past. So while Lance will be the focus of nearly all the hype Levi Leipheimer will quietly go about the business of destroying the field. The Lance factor (you know…when all of his rivals fall to pieces) will not come into play until a little bit later in the season. For now Levi Leipheimer will be the man.
“Pretty Good Looking Boy” Floyd
Bike racing is about 2 things, pain and revenge. For Floyd Landis there is only one reason to put yourself through all the pain and suffering of a comeback - that has got to be revenge! To win the Tour de France then have your title taken away must plunge a person into the depths of misery. And when a person believes they have been dealt a grievous injustice, as Floyd must certainly believe, the unmitigated seething rage that is the flip side of the justice coin provides a ripe landscape to exact righteous retribution manifest by an appropriate
Agent...in this case Floyd Landis at this year's Tour of California.
Floyd Landis would probably love to put the 06 Tour de France debacle far behind him. But perhaps Floyd would probably like to remember fondly his overall wins in the 2006 Paris-Nice and Tour of California stage races. Floyd was having a dream season and everything he touched seemed to turn to gold. To follow up his stellar spring with a win in the Tour was a spectacular show of grit and talent and for 3 days after the tour it seemed as if Floyd and American cycling along with him had a very bright future indeed. Of course it all came crashing down when Floyd was announced to be positive for doping. And now we shall see if Floyd can pick up the pieces of his career in 2009.
Talent has a lot to do with success in bike racing. But what separates the very good from the best and the best from the top step of the podium is an unshakeable thirst for vengeance. To win bike races it is critical to feel as if the world has wronged you so grievously that a merciless stomping of your rivals is your only recourse. It is this mindset that that allows the best riders to revel in adverse conditions and become champions. Physically speaking, when you put in a long hard training ride or finish a grueling Tour stage the flood of endorphins into your brain produces a feeling of profound euphoria. And when you win that feeling is ten fold. This usually tends to take the teeth out of the beast. You need something extra to keep winning; you need the blood lust for revenge that gives your wheels wings when the hardest races bite into the flesh of your resolve. Lance Armstrong is probably the best example of this yet reproduced by bike racing. But all the greats possess this attribute in spades. Is Floyd Landis this type of beast? Time and the Tour of California will tell.
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