Thursday, September 29, 2011

National Coffee Day!

Today is National Coffee Day or it appears Interantional Coffee Day if you're not in the country.

I've often been interested in the direct correlation with coffee consumption and bicycle riding.

There is the obvious legal stimulant caffeine that is in your coffee. But there is also a lot choice, strongly held beliefs even, in how it should be consumed (Non-fat mocha or a straight double shot for me please...).

Much like how someone likes to have their bike setup, what type of terrain they like to be on. Or hell, even what type of bike they like to be on!

Most of these conclusions are made either over time, trial and error. Or what others think. Whether that's critics, authors or peers. But ultimately we all come to realize what sort of coffee drinker we are.

I can't count how many rides/races of done that had some stop at a coffee shop or stand. Sometimes it's even the whole point of the ride.

I have a favorite coffee shop over in Amity, Or. And I have on more than one occasion wrapped an entire ride around just going out there enjoying a double shot of espresso and then taking the long way home to enjoy the brain buzz and conversation with my riding partners. Nothing but good stuff....

So please. Take a moment, go out and have a cup of joe. Enjoy what appears to be one of the last truly beautiful days of summer (Okay, I know it's fall. But while it feels like summer that's what I'm going to call it.) And get out on your bike and ride.

Rubber side down,

Big E 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

A Veritable Hodge Podge

So I was going to put in the third installment of bike porn from Interbike. And I still will it's just that a lot of other stuff is coming up all at the same time.

First, I was planning on participating in the Peach of a Century this past weekend. In fact we had a lovely little get together the evening before in preparation of it. But once it became that the cycling gods were not going to grace the ride with descent weather (This seems to be an on going theme with this ride.). Most of us set ourselves in a "wait and see" holding pattern until the morning of. Well unfortunately the morning of came and with the wind and rain swirling all around our house I pulled the plug for myself.  My heart just wasn't in slogging along on a wet and windy 65/75/100 mile loop. So instead I got back in bed and slept in. And then got up and lazily putzed around the house for pretty much the entire day. And you know what? It was everything I ever thought it could be....

The second thing is that cross is here!!!! Cyclocross is coming! Cyclocross is coming (Please imagine me riding my cross bike through our neighborhood with a tri-corner hat on, lacy cravat and a loud cowbell. Much to the annoyance of everyone but me....)!

Looking much like this. But not near as manly.
The first Cross Crusade series race is this Sunday up at Alpenrose velodrome in Portland.  And I must say that I am pretty excited to turn the wheels in muddy anger again.  After burning myself out pretty effectively the second half of the road season it will be fun to hop, skip, and jump my way to mediocrity again.

Part of my cross program this year is that I've decided to race the Clydesdale (200 +lbs.) category. The thing is that through out this years road season I've actually gained weight... And you maybe saying, well set down the Cheetos and beer and that probably wouldn't happen. Which is a fair point. But the unusual part for me is that I've lost fat and gained muscle. Which in theory sounds great. But I got double crossed. Instead of dropping my usual 7-10lbs in the summer and having my body fat percentage (Taken with an electronic scale.) flux 1/2 to 1%. I gained 3 lbs over my winter weight during the race season and lost almost 3% body fat (At my strongest I was 13.5% BF @ 196 lbs.) When I was at my skinniest (Well, since high school any way.) I weighed 182 lbs at almost 18%.  I'm sure if someone did the math it would show some weird fluxes. But I'm basing this on my scale which I've had this whole time. And yes, I was weighing myself at the same time of day and after I went pee. Just in case any of you uppity people were about to chime in with that. Sheesh...

So I guess this my REALLY long way of saying I've decided not to fight it and race with guys that I hope I'll be a little more competitive with. Believe me when I say that I have no grand illusions of winning anything. The one thing about having a category based strictly on weight is that a big bad ass Cat 1/2 (*Cough* Aaron Coker....) racer can come in with the rest of us pudgy guys and kill us. 

But a lot of the cross courses are very hilly and in a normal Category C or B race a bigger dude like me gets killed. So until I shed some serious weight (I'm hoping that will come this off season.). I'm going to see how I do with these guys.

The last thing I wanted to talk about was cross bike set up. Most specifically tubular tires. I've talked several times before how much I love tubular tires. Even though I do cry a lot when I flat one and have to pony up for another. Those things can be super ridiculous when it comes to price. Google the name FMB and you will see what I'm talking about.

Regardless of that fact I'm building up another set of tubular wheels. Nothing super fancy. Some Mavic Reflex rims. Laced 3 cross with DT Swiss spokes and Ultegra hubs. I sort of have them envisioned like my journeyman wheel set. But I'm still going to use my Bontrager Aeolus tubulars as my main set. Because they're fast and strong and you only live once....

That should do for know.

Oh yeah,  I'm getting the boy (Brison) into cross as well. I'm pumped to see if he will like it as much as I think he will. We shall soon find out.

Rubber side down,

Big E

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Bike Porn: The PRO Bikes At Interbike

Besides the celebrities themselves, like in yesterdays post. A lot of booths featured the PRO's bicycles as a way to lure us all in with bright and shiny things. In fact there were so many of them that I'm sure I missed quite a few. But I'll do my level best to get through what I found.

Please forgive me if I sort of skim over some of the technical stuff in this post. Because I'll go into a lot more detail about that in a later post.

So hold onto your butts. Grab your drool buckets and tissues. Let us begin....

A good spot to open. Cadel Evans bike from the last stage of the Tour de France. The picture doesn't really show it. But the drop from the saddle to the bars on his bike is pretty intense. It's not a foot. But close....

Mark Cavendish's bike. Another guy who is the in the growing "zero spacers" club. A huge stem too (Huh, huh, Mark's got a big stem...)! It's a 140mm. Crazy.

Contador's Specialized. I was really surprised at how big the bike actually was. I always sorta pictured him as a real little guy. But for a cyclist, he seems to be pretty average in height.

Jose Joaquin Rojas Pinarello. The first bike I saw with Campy electronic shifting on it. Pretty sweet ride.

Nick Nuyens bike that he won this years Tour of Flanders on.  I'm amazed at how many pro's use the traditional bend handlebar. Kind of makes me wonder if they know something I don't know. Hmmm....

This one is for John! I am ashamed to say I have know idea who this guy is (Chris McCormock). But evidently he is a serious bad ass in the triathlon world. Especially since he won the world championships on this bike.

Chris Horner's bike. I'm assuming this isn't the one that he took a digger on in the Tour de France this year. But it was still cool to see. He's a guy I wish was there to meet as well. Oh well, I have to have an excuse to go back anyway right?

And good ol' Samuel Sanchez's Orbea Orca. I must admit I have always been a fan of Orbea. Although not of this model and certainly not what Sammy has done to it. Okay!!! We get it. You won the Olympic gold medal. But do you have to put that God awful gold tape, saddle, and bling on there!? Seriously dude. It looks like your trying to be a hip hop artist~


Rubber side down yo!!

Big E

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Interbike: Celebrity Sightings

While I was down at Interbike this year (as I do every time I'm there.) I'm was always on the look out for the cycling elite. You know, the people that can either ride, write, or talk about cycling a whole lot better than I can. Or all of the above for that matter. And I was pretty damn successful this year. So I figured I would put them up here as a tasty little hors d'oevre to the main course. Which in my mind is all the pretty pretty bike porn that is so readily available to touch and fondle at the show. So without further ado....

Geoff Kabush. Canadian and mountain bike bad ass was nice enough to let me interrupt his conversation and take a picture with him. He was a real swell guy and very friendly. Which I believe is a requirement to be Canadian. If you're not. They take you out behind the wood shed and beat you. Allegedly....

George, myself and a blurry J in Orange.
Big George Hincapie. He did his level best to ignore my stalker like tendencies at the BMC booth. But after some cajoling (Didn't know I knew such big words did you?) by my wife and J they told me to be assertive and just interrupt. So I did. And he was nice enough to oblige. Best smelling guy I've ever been around too...

Levi Leipheimer was the one guy I stood in line to get a picture with. He was quite elusive. Like some sort of  fox or honey badger. But after standing in line for quite a while I got my chance to say "hey" like a dork and have my pic taken. He was very gracious with is time and a really nice guy. And not as short as I had originally thought....

The one, the only, Rich "Dicky" Dillen. I have read his blog as well as his articles in Dirt Rag Magazine (Subscribe if you don't already. You won't regret it.) for a very long time (Far more witty, funny and well written than my blog will ever be.).  So when I read on his blog that he was going to be at the show I did my level best to keep an eye out for him. And lady luck was on my side because he passed by me. And I yelled "Dicky!" which probably scared him and everyone else in that particular aisle. It was really cool to meet him in person. Very nice fella and was totally pumped that he mentioned me in his latest blog entry! Thanks Dicky, your swell. I don't care what they say...

This is Jacques Boyer. For those of you who don't know who he is, shame on you. This is the first American to ever race the Tour de France. I believe it was in 1981. But don't quote me on that. He did it the hard way. On his own with European teams. Tough as a coffin nail this guy.  He also is the driving force behind Team Rwanda which is helping to expose talented young Rwandan athletes to professional cycling. Great guy and a great cause...

Last, but certainly not least is Mike Creed. This guy is fucking hilarious. He is a professional cyclist who rides for Kelly Benefit Strategies Team.  And if you haven't please go listen to his moonlighting exploits either on NY Velocity or District Cycling Podcast (Which is my personal favorite.) do yourself a favor and go listen now. I can wait.... See I told you!  Also, he is famous for tweets on @Michael_Creed. So hook up with that shizz as well. 

So that was the massive roster of the cool kats that I met at Interbike this year. And one resounding thing occurred to me while I was having these pictures taken and while I was putting this post together. And that is...

Damn, I'm fat!

Holy crap. Look at these guys! I feel like Chunk doing the "truffle shuffle". I'm going to need to start doing on the air diet really soon.

Thanks for reading!

Rubber side down,

Big E

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Vegas Baby!

It's Vegas time baby! Myself and five other fun loving individuals (My beautiful wife included.) are headed down to Interbike in Las Vegas for the next few days.  I can't tell you how excited I am to see some serious bike porn.

And unlike last year, I won't be gypping so many pictures from other people's websites (Other people, I beg your forgiveness...). I've got my camera battery charged and the SD card cleared.

It's been several years since I've been to Sin City. And since my idea of sin is grabbing one to many cookies or staying up that extra half hour to watch another episode of Matlock. You know that this is going to be a crazy trip! A naked Asian guy could pop out of the trunk at any moment...

I'll do my best to post a few things up here during our trip. Since I hear the hotels down there have running water and possibly Internet connections (Holding my breathe.) But if I don't please don't despair for I shall return with copious amounts of road, urban, mountain and maybe even a little tri (Cuz I'm crazy like that and I gotta represent my homies in the bikini chamois yo!) porn for all to see.

So until then....

You're so money and you don't even know it!

Rubber side down,

Big E

Monday, September 12, 2011

A Great Article About Jim Henry

This is a very eloquent article about Jim Henry written by John Divelbiss.

Rubber side down,

Big E

Friday, September 9, 2011

Helmet Review: The Giro Aeon

Before I get into today's post I wanted to let a small cat (Or kitten) out of the bag. I (Along with my lovely wife and some other friends.) am going to Interbike next week! So please be prepared for a lot of bike porn talk happening around here. You've been warned....

A little over two months ago I got into a crash in a bike race. If you haven't read about it you can do so here. During that race I was riding my trusty Giro Ionos helmet. Well needless to say after sliding on my head for 50 feet or so that helmet was toast. It died in the noblest of ways. RIP Ionos...

In comes the Giro Aeon. I was lucky enough to have an "in" with the shop and was able to get the new Aeon for my size large (I have a really big melon.) cranium.  Before they even hit the shelves.

My initial impression upon picking it up was how light it was. Which would make sense since the Aeon is basically the love child of a Prolight and an Ionos.

One of the big complaints about the Prolight was that the venting was not quiet up to par with the rest of the high end road helmets that Giro offered. I can say with utter confidence that they have solved that problem.

This thing is dirty light. It only comes in at 26 grams heavier than the Prolight. All this coupled with the fact that you get to use Giro's new Roc Loc 5 retention system.

The Roc Loc 5 retention system in my uber technical speak. Is a really, really, really tiny version of Bell's setup. I know, I know. I'll try not to talk over every one's head. You turn the little wheel thingy to either loosen or tighten the helmet.

I used the Ionos for a little over two years. It was a great helmet. I had very few complaints about it. But the biggest thing that bothered me personally was how high it sat above my head.  This was never an issue with my Atmos or the Pneumo before it. Both of these helmets sat a little farther down on my head and if anything were a little wider around my temple. Which I appreciated more.  I'm glad to say that they went back to that style of fit. Guys with large pointy heads don't need either one of those attributes accentuated anymore than they already are. Thank you very much....

I don't need any old Scottish people yelling at me to get the paper anymore....
Speaking of the Pneumo. I was glad to see that they brought back some of the styling ques from that design.

The two large vents to the sides of the center remind me of the Pneumo a lot. And that's a good thing. Because I always enjoyed the look and feel of that helmet.

I was also amazed at really how few contact points there are between your head and the helmet. This I would imagine, at least in part is what makes the helmet have such good ventilation. More open area = more free air flow.

Aside from the brow and the Roc Loc your head only really touches two small spots in the center.
 A couple other design elements that I think are pretty interesting. There is no carbon reinforcement in this helmet like the Atmos and the Ionos. Leave it to Giro to think that carbon is to heavy... As well as the thinner nylon straps and buckles. I assume they changed this mostly because of weight. But the straps don't soak up near as much sweat as the older ones did. Couple that with the adjustment buckles being small enough that they aren't noticeable or bothersome is a real plus. About the only other helmet that I think has as good or better set up in this department is the Lazer Helium.

So you may be grabbing the receiver of your phone about ready to call  your local LBS and have them order you a gross of these bad boys. But I would say hold onto your horses just for a second. Because now I'm going to talk about my two complaints about this helmet. And they are important... The first is a big one.

Neither my Oakley Jawbones or my two pairs of Smith Optics fit in ANY of the vents.  I can't tell you how disappointed I was the first time I was out on a ride and tried to stick my glasses up in my helmet. I tried every vent. With the glasses upside down and right side up. Front and back. All to no avail. So really that's a (Major) knock against the Aeon. Every other Giro helmet that I've ever owned I could find a place to safely stick my specks without having to worry about them jettisoning off into a ditch. If you have a smaller head (With a smaller helmet size.) than me you might be able to fit them somewhere. But if that's a major concern for you I would definitely check before I purchased.

The only other quibble I have about the helmet is the price. Which is pretty dear. $250 for a piece of equipment that is designed to be "used" once and then thrown away can be a tough pill to swallow. But your grey matter is nothing to be scoffed at. And if there is one thing I have learned is the relative bargain that buying new equipment can be versus hospital bills. Or worse...

So if you are in the market and a person with the financial means and the wherewithal. I would highly recommend this helmet.  The Aeon is light, well ventilated, easily adjustable and nice looking.

Kind of a no brainer....

Rubber side down,

Big E

Rubber side down

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Aufderheide Scenic Byway

The next two posts are things that happened a couple weeks ago. But I wanted to talk about them because they are worth it. Hope you all don't mind. Thanks!

So my lovely wife and I had the opportunity to join two other couples and do a two day grand cycling adventure riding the Aufderheide Scenic Byway. It was awesome!

Not only was the road wonderfully maintained (The north side especially.) but the scenery was some of the best I've ever ridden through.  Beautiful rivers, lakes, mountains, and forests. And far and away the BEST downhill section of road I've ever ridden.

the ride started in the bussling metropolis that is Rainbow (Just short of Mckenzie Bridge on highway 126.) and headed south to Oakridge. We ditched two vehicles and used Cynde and Mike's rig as the SAG wagon for our excursion.

Cynde had all the logistics figured out before we got there. And quite frankly I think if she ever had the desire to she could be a guide professionally. Almost (I'll get to that later.) everything ran off like clock work. From the times people needed to switch driving duties. To lunch breaks and accommodations as well. It was really nice to just have to hop on our bikes and ride without having to worry about any of that other stuff. Thanks Cynde and Mike for inviting us and taking care of all the "fun" part.

Overview Map

As we headed south we almost immediately begin climbing. This would be a reoccurring theme both days. The grade of the road was never bad (With one notable exception). And I 'm sure someone who considered themselves a climber would have no problem knocking the first portion of the ride out in 2-2 1/2 hours. But we had all set in our minds that this was going to be a social ride and no prolonged hammering allowed. And there generally were always changes in gradient keeping us (Especially myself.) from busting a lung for to long.

Within about a half hour we were rounding Cougar Reservoir. What a lovely lake. I've only seen that kind of blue, almost turquoise in large lakes in Canada. Unfortunately my lack of photography skills and the bright sun don't do it the proper justice. But just trust me when I say it was gorgeous.

And by this time I started to realize the truly amazing thing about this road. At least from the cycling perspective. It wasn't the nice road conditions, which they were. It wasn't the beautiful scenery, which there was plenty of. And it wasn't the really nice weather (77 degrees and once the temps started to rise we were in the shade.). Or even the mountains and forests...

There were almost NO vehicles on this road. I mean we got passed by 12 cars/trucks and except for one large biker gang (Who were really nice and gave us a wide birth.) maybe 20 motorcycles the whole day. In 64 miles of great road. I don't think I've ever seen that.  I guess just being out of the way and having no real destination on either end or in the middle just keeps this little jewel a secret.  All I know is that I hope it stays that way. So don't tell anyone okay?

As we passed the lake we got one of the few slight downhill sections this direction for a mile or so and then proceeded to ever so gradually climb our way up the mountain through Box Canyon.

The elevation chart of the road.

The highest elevation of this route isn't killer. Just shy of  3500 feet. But it will take you legs out a bit as you get closer to the top. The gradient keeps ratcheting up and up and up. Until you get close to the top where the grade peaks out at the 10-11% mark. On the north side of the hill there are some changes in grade which helps but are still pretty tough.

I was running a 53-39 up front and a 28-11 cassette that I borrowed from Brison (Thanks B!). And I'm sure some guys would have no problem what so ever rocking that. But a big guy like me I was under geared in a few places. My cadence was down in the 50-60 rpm range in the really steep parts. I'm sure I looked like a monkey fucking a coconut. But what can I do? I am who I am.

Once we were to the top we stopped and had lunch (both days) at a small cabin that had a picnic table. This place also had one of the cleanest out houses I've ever seen. It smelled like cedar. Now that's luxury...

After we crested the peak we had a screaming descent for about 2 miles (11% grade). It's the kind of descent that has a very high pucker factor. Couple that with dappled sun light on the road surface and I was cautious the whole way down that section. Once we were past that part it's more of a gradual downhill (2-4% grade) with rollers tossed in there just to keep us honest.

This is where I took my dip.
 Now this whole time people in the group had been trading turns driving the car and waiting at designated mileages for drivers to switch and for riders to get food, water, etc. So it was my turn to take a turn behind the wheel. It was a 14 mile section and driving the speed limit I figured I would have enough time to pop down to the river for a dip since it was so hot outside. And since it was a few hundred yards from where I parked to the river I figured I would just tootle my bike down there. So I head down and and thoroughly enjoying myself. I take a couple of artsy pictures. Such as this....

And this...

Take a soak in the river. All the while making sure that I was keeping an eye on my watch.

Once I figured they would be getting close I grabbed my stuff and started to roll up to the where I parked the van.

Only there was no van...

At all.

I mean gone.

I was freaking out! I had the key in my pocket and who the fuck would steal a locked up van in the middle of no where!?

So as my brain was racing with all the potential scenarios I was hoping that my group had just grabbed the van and continued on their way. But my helmet was in the car. And I never ride without one.

I must admit on a side note that it felt really weird to ride down the road without my helmet. It's like I was running with my dick out or something (Okay maybe not that weird. But close...)

All this time I kept stopping anyone that was either on the side of the road or the couple of vehicles that were rolling up the opposite direction and asking if they had seen a white mini van? And all of them said no. Which made me freak even more.

So I would tell them that if they saw anymore cyclists up the canyon to tell them that I would meet them at the next check point.  And this went on for another 14 miles. All the time I was hoping that I was making the right decision.

With about 2 miles to the next check point Hollie and Cynde come rolling back up the canyon in the van. I was so thankful that they were the ones that had taken the van. And Cynde laughed about my key explanation because I guess she has a ton of extras so she wouldn't ever lock herself out.

Phew. Crisis averted.

I'll tell you what though, it took me a couple of hours to clam down about the whole thing. But eventually I was good and we finished up the route.

We staid at a really quaint hotel that was run by Dan and Elizabeth (What a couple of characters.) It was small but clean and very nice.

That night we went out for Chinese food and beer. It was lovely.

The following day we did the route back over to our cars. Which was much the same. Only in reverse this time. Well, minus my losing the car and all.

The two highlights going the other way are. That 10-11% grade that I mentioned going down before is a hell of a lot harder going up. I was griding something fierce on that part.  And the descent just on the other side is the most wonderfully swoopy, smooth downhills EVER! Just heaven. I don't think I could have had anymore fun with my pants on. Just awesome.

Once we got back to the cars and thanked Cynde, Mike and Co. for the lovely trip well headed back down towards Eugene. But we stopped to dip our tired legs into the Mckenzie for a little "cold water immersion therapy". It was wonderful as well. And the view was spectacular...

Rubber side down,

Big E

Friday, September 2, 2011

The Earthquaker Interview

I know this is two days in a row of other people's articles. You can say it. I'm a lazy bastard. But this piece was really well done. And I don't know how many people knew it was out there. So....

It was printed a week (Or two?) ago on the Rapha site. I really dig Heidi's writing (You can find her all over the place (Her writing. Although she does seem to be quite the jet setter as well.). But most prevalently in Peloton Magazine.) as well I think Tina  is a pretty cool chicka. 

Here is the link...

Next post will actually be something I wrote. Promise.

Rubber side down,

Big E

Thursday, September 1, 2011

A Great Article On Group Rides

Hi Everybody!

I'm so sorry for the long hiatus.  There are several reasons. But mostly I think I needed a break. I hope you guys can forgive me.

Over the next few posts I'm going to talk about some stuff that has happened  over the past couple of weeks. But I still feel is pretty cool and pertinent. And its my blog so mneaaa!

But to start out after my mini vacation I thought I would share a really good article about group rides.  I've talked about this at length in the past (Group rides, not this article.). In fact my first post ever was the top ten rules of a group ride. And this guys covers most of those. But also expounds on some of them that I completely agree with.


Lost art of the group ride

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Every so often, I’ll ride a recreational group ride. I love the comraderie of cyclists, the talk, the last minute pumps of air, the clicking in, and the easy drifting out as a peloton. “I miss riding in a group,” I’ll think to myself.
The magic ends by mile 10. The group will surge, gap, and separate, only to regroup at every stop sign. I’ll hear fifteen repeated screams of “HOLE!” for every minor road imperfection. And then no mention of the actual hole. Some guy in front will set a PR for his 30 second pull. Wheels overlap, brakes are tapped, and some guy in the back will go across the yellow line and speed past the peloton for no apparent reason. A breakaway?!
I curse under my breath, remembering why I always ride with only a few friends. Doesn’t anyone else realize how dangerous this ride is? How bad it is for our reputation on the road? There are clear rules of ride etiquette, safety, and common sense. Does anyone here know the rules? Who is in charge?
But no one is in charge, and the chaotic group has no idea of how to ride together. As a bike lawyer, I get the complaints from irritated drivers, concerned police, controversy-seeking journalists, and injured cyclists. It needs to get better, but the obstacles are real:
First, everyone is an expert these days. The internet and a power meter do not replace 50,000 miles of experience, but try telling that to a fit forty year-old, new to cycling, on a $5000 bike. Or, god forbid, a triathlete. No one wants to be told what to do.
Second, the more experienced riders just want to drop the others and not be bothered. It is all about the workout, the ego boost, or riding with a subset of friends. But a group ride is neither a race nor cycling Darwinism. As riders get better, they seek to distinguish themselves by riding faster on more trendy bikes; but as riders get better they need to realize two things: 1) there is always someone faster, and 2) they have obligations as leaders. Cycling is not a never ending ladder, each step aspiring upwards, casting aspersions down. It is a club, and we should want to expand and improve our membership.
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Third, different rides are advertised by average speed, but speed is only one part of the equation. This approach makes speed the sole metric for judging a cyclist, and creates the false impression that a fit rider is a good one. Almost anyone can be somewhat fast on a bike, but few learn to be elegant, graceful cyclists.
Fourth, riding a bike well requires technique training. Good swimmers, for example, constantly work on form and drills; so should cyclists. Anyone remember the C.O.N.I. Manual or Eddie Borysewich’s book? They are out-of-print, but their traditional approach to bike technique should not be lost. More emphasis was given on fluid pedaling and bike handling.
Before the internet, before custom bikes, and before Lance, it was done better. Learning to ride was an apprenticeship. The goal was to become a member of the peloton, not merely a guy who is sort of fast on a bike. Membership was the point, not to be the local Cat. 5 champ. You were invited to go on group ride if you showed a interest and a willingness to learn. You were uninvited if you did not. You learned the skills from directly from the leader, who took an interest in riding next to you on your first rides (and not next to his friends, like better riders do today). Here is some of what you learned:
To ride for months each year in the small ring.
To take your cycling shorts off immediately after a ride.
To start with a humble bike, probably used.
To pull without surging.
To run rotating pace line drills and flick others through.
To form an echelon.
To ride through the top of a climb.
To hold your line in a corner.
To stand up smoothly and not throw your bike back.
To give the person ahead of you on a climb a little more room to stand up.
To respect the yellow line rule.
To point out significant road problems.
To brake less, especially in a pace line.
To follow the wheel in front and not overlap.
The ride leader and his lieutentants were serious about their roles, because the safety of the group depended on you, the weakest link. If you did not follow the rules, you were chastised. Harshly. If you did, you became a member of something spectacular. The Peloton.

Rubber side down,

Big E