Montreal

And now, today's post, which really should have been last week's post, but people thinking that Colombian cyclists looked naked got in the way of that happening. But really, all that was delayed was me telling you that I went to Montreal for a super-crit, where guys on bikes went around and around a loop seventeen times. So let me tell you a couple of my observations, followed by some of the pictures I took. 

- Chris Horner went out to Quiznos in the rain the night before the race, and got himself a sandwich, bag of chips and two large bottles of Coke. 

- US riders in the lobby of the hotel had opinions about this. My favorite being that Horner likes getting people to talk about his lack of care about diet, but that he clearly does care, a whole lot. Which begs the question, do they think that he went out in the rain, bought the sandwich, took it up to his room, and just threw it out to get people to talk?

- Janez Brajkovič looked like a large banana in his team-issue yellow puffy jacket the night before the race. 

- The amount of yawning at the start (by riders) was unprecedented.

- The teams didn't pack cold weather gear, and it was cold the morning of the race. Riders were in mesh shorts for summer, so they had to borrow jackets and gloves from mechanics and family to stay warm through the endless sign in process. 

- Photographers who have been at this for a long time, and have multiple cameras with very long phallic lenses get very pissy during races. I get it. It's their job, and that makes a race their office...but lord have mercy, they can be an irritable bunch.

- Based on the reaction that female Colombians got with their kit, I'll proceed delicately with my next point as to not offend all of humanity. I'll put it this way....there's a rider in Movistar who is packing a serious, frightening apparatus in the nether regions. You may ask me, "why were you looking in that direction", and I'll tell you...it's like going out on a sunny summer day, and asking me why I felt the warmth in the air. There was no missing it. It was omnipresent. 

- 99% of this race was the slowest I have ever seen professional riders race. I wasn't alone in this sentiment. There's probably a correlation to the amount of yawning I saw at the start, and the speed of the first eight laps or so. Slow riding means you can hear riders talk about mundane subjects, like buying a new washer and dryer. It's the equivalent of you and me standing around, talking about our weekend before a meeting at work, and then having the meeting in slow motion.

- Rui Costa retains the Golden Peacock award, which I first mentioned after the Tour de France. The guy seems to love racing bikes, and all the pageantry that comes with it.

- Some (though perhaps not all) police officers in Montreal appear to be able to choose what type of pants they want to wear. This means an endless amount of camoufalge colors, as well as mustard velvet (!) pants. (Update: Commenter Guillaume explained why this is the case, you can read about it here.)

- Being at a race for a long time means you don't get to eat a whole lot. Luckily, circuit races have one set feed zone, and when that feed zone is behind barriers, and away from the hoi polloi, you are able to walk around calmly and pick up all the food that riders didn't want. Yes, I did this. With my stomach making noises that I didn't know could come out of a human being, the prospect of packaged food that was right in front of me (albeit on the street) was too much to pass up. I'm not only admitting to having done this, I'm telling you that I'll probably do it again.