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Rainy St. Louis Bound

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I’m packed up and heading to St. Louis to race this afternoon. It is 100 % chance of rain. Don’t see that very often. I don’t feel good at all. But, sometimes when I race I get better much quicker than just laying low. I probably would consider staying home, but Trudi has a ticket from BMC flying from St. Louis to Quebec City on Monday, so she has to be there anyway. It’s only 4 1/2 hours, so it isn’t a long ways.

I didn’t get to ride yesterday. I put it off to ride the evening ride and then it started raining. We need the rain, but I needed to ride too. It is weird, but there is a much better chance of me doing well because of the wet conditions. I have new Vittoria CG pave tubulars glued on, so you can’t do any better than that.

I missed the blue moon yesterday. It was raining all night and when I took Bromont out there was no chance to view it. Too bad. I pay much more attention to the skys than I used to. Just seems more interesting to me than it used to. Actually, that’s not true. I’m making more time to pay attention to it than I used to.

I like racing in St. Louis. We usually ride to the courses, but that might not work so well if it’s raining all weekend. Monday is supposed to be dry, so at least I have that to look forward to. Bill and Catherine are going with me tomorrow. I hear that Brian might make an appearance if he doesn’t find something fun to do before then.

They opened a new Menard’s Store in Topeka recently and yesterday was the grand opening. I don’t shop much really, but we went by there. I bought a pneumatic hose for my air compressor and some other stuff on sale. They have a huge outdoor lumberyard that you drive into and just load the wood directly into your vehicle. I’m going to exclusively shop there. I hate loading stuff onto a cart and then having to load it into my car again.

I heard Brad Huff won the race last night in the rain in a field sprint. That is the usual outcome of Friday nights race at the Gateway Cup, so it was no surprise. Pat Lemieux said it was the safest criterium he has done all year. But, he has been doing some pretty agressive, sketchy races, so that doesn’t surprise me much.

Okay, I have to get moving. Catherine races at 4:30 and Bill and I at 5:30. Kind of early compared to most criteriums nowadays.

These are the best rain tires by far. I was going to glue them onto some aluminum rims, but then saw these Bontrager Carbon wheels and thought they would work better. Worse braking, faster wheels.

2-5 inches is really a lot. Not sure why I’m heading there now that I think about it.

I would have liked to have had the concrete contract for this outdoors lumber yard at the new Menard’s.

You can drive right through the building too to get cedar and other wood that they cover. The place is huge.

Steve Cummings made a pretty great move 3 or 4 km out yesterday to win the stage in the Tour of Spain. His ex-Sky team mate Juan Antonio Flecha was behind him sort of chasing. He did have enough of a gap to zip up his jersey like a true professional, but we’ll give him a break because of the big move and big result.

Gateway Cup – Francis Park

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I rode the Gateway Cup Criterium at Francis Park yesterday. I hadn’t raced in over a month and it is a pretty good race/course to get my feet wet. And I did just that. Bill and I rode the 18 miles from the hotel over to the race. Everything was going pretty well, great city watching, until about 3 miles from the course when we got poured on. We were only getting to the race less than an hour before it started at 5:30, so it wasn’t that bad. I had dry clothing in the van, so I changed before the race. Not that it made that big a difference because the road was so wet that we got pretty wet again once we started racing.

I don’t have much to say about the race. It is nearly always a field sprint, just like the night before. The race had a 28.4 mph average speed for nearly 90 minutes, but wasn’t hard. Here is the link to my Strava data. The course is about 2 km in length and pretty dead flat. It was pretty wet the first 3/4 of the day, but dried out towards the end. I really wasn’t participating in the event other than riding around. I did win a $200 prime, which was the biggest of the day, but that took me 15 minutes to recover from and helped dictate a bad result in the end.

The Jelly belly team was racing sort of aggressively, but they were really setting up for a field sprint. Flash forward to the last couple laps. The local young team sponsored by Gateway, Harley-Davidson, and the Treks Stores of St.Louis went to the front and set tempo for the last 3 laps or so. I don’t know who is telling them how to race, but this tactic is pretty bad when they don’t have the fastest sprinter, or a sprinter in general as far I as know. I know they didn’t finish a rider in front of me.

Anyway, it was going pretty quick the last 3 laps. I was just hanging around about 25 guys back. A big scare with a few laps to go, on the 2nd corner, the two guys ahead of me got hooked up and fell. One guy kind of high sided and and flipped into my bike. I got twisted and one foot came unclipped when his bike was in the air, coming at me. I think it hit me a couple times, but I didn’t fall. His foot or something must of hit my front brake because the quick release was flipped up and I had no front brake the next couple corners.

The last two laps, all I was concerned about was resting. I was coasting and not fighting anyone for postion, just trying not to get too buried. I realized from the prime, that I needed to be on someone out of the last corner. I knew this already because a couple years ago I led out of the last corner and got passed 10 meters from the finish by Cole House and Dan Schmatz because I was pedaling squares the last 30 meters.

Today on the last lap, I started moving up after the start finish line. I got into the top 15 on the 2nd side. I was planning on completely coasting down the small hill on the 3rd side, but Chad Hartley came by me pretty fast in the wind and I couldn’t pass up that opportunity. Chad blew by a ton of guys and took the 2nd to last corner on the inside and then seemed to hesitate. I think he was a little gassed from getting up to the front, but more importantly I think he didn’t want to screw up his team mate, Isaac Howe’s sprint. I couldn’t read what that was all about very quickly, but in the mean time, a whole line of guys, Shadd Smith and Zack Allison from the Mercy team, plus a few others were coming by us.

I was just about to pull the trigger and make my move for the last corner, but Cole House, Competitive Cyclist, came by on my left pretty quickly. Cole has finished in the top two or three the last couple years and I was counting on him to know how imperative it was to go through the last corner in great position. But, I blew it because Cole didn’t seem to have it. We went through the corner way too far back and he was the only person I passed before the finish, when he pretty much sat up. I should have realized it earlier and tried to pass a few guys, even though it would of been for nearly nothing. I ended up 11th. Everyone ahead, but Shadd, Zack and one Tulsa Tough guy, Jacob White were Pros, whatever that means?

I can’t really knock myself too much for the end result. I am really riding badly, I don’t feel well at all. I hope I ride through it some, but I am not holding my breathe. That being said, I can’t use that as an excuse for the finish sprint. I didn’t really make a mistake. When I’m sort of free lancing the end, I have to use previous and current experience in using my energy and picking the correct wheels. I thought that Chad and Cole were pretty solid choices. I know how fast both of them are, plus they usually make pretty good choices. I can’t knock Chad’s decision too much. He had his reasons. But Cole must of been toast. I didn’t see that coming.

I rode back to the hotel, so had nearly 80 miles for the day. I got just a couple miles from the course and my rear derailleur cable snapped at the shifter. How lucky was that it didn’t happen a few shifts earlier? Anyway, I had to ride the 18 miles back in my 11. Sometimes in a 53, but mostly in a 39. I rode nearly the whole way back in the dark. I loved it. St. Louis, in the dark is great. The different parts of the city at night is great. It was better than the race.

Result stolen from Shadd Smith’s facebook page.

Before the start during the National Anthem.

The fan in the air conditioner in our room blew around midnight. Our room was full of wet clothes and super muggy. We set up a make shift fan situation using the air purifier and also the blow up pump from the aero bed. It worked great.

Breaking News – USADA supposedly has Postive Samples from Lance

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Kind of all awake from racing this evening. Any other night owls out there see this. It is from Cyclingnews.com that reports that a French TV show reported that USADA has some blood samples of Lance and that they have tested and came back positive for PED’s. If true, I guess this is a huge deal. I’m sure we’ll here a lot more about this in the days to come.

Giro della Montagne – Gateway Cup

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Today’s race in St. Louis was in the Italian section of town. The race wasn’t until 6 pm, so I spent most of the late morning/early afternoon, putting a new vacuum line from the manifold to the MAP sensor in my van. Man, talk about cramped quarters. The backs of my hands are toast.

Anyway, the Italian area where we race is called The Hill. The course is good. It is on a hill, but not really much of one. Big ring for sure. The course is less than a mile around and is really just uphill on one long side and then downhill back to the finish line. I finished 2nd here a long time a go. It is sort of a good course for me, other than the sprint being downhill.

I guess the biggest issue of the day was for about 5 laps, it was spitting down rain. This course was much different than the previous 2 races and there were crashes. Lots of them. I personally didn’t witness anyone fall, but they were throwing riders in from the pit every lap, lap after lap. Lots of them.

During this time, I got to the front and took off with Menso de Jong, a Jelly Belly guy, who was pulling virtually the whole time. I just wanted to stay out of trouble. If it would have kept raining, then I would have put some real effort into the move, but it wasn’t to be.

One weird thing that happened during the race was when I was going for another $200 prime. I jumped into the third corner and went by a Jelly Belly guy who was leading Pat Lemieux, Kenda. Pat yelled for me to go, which I already was, and I had a 30 meter lead heading down the 400 meter hill to the finish line. The problem was, I have this sinus infection thing going and just when I thought everything was good, a big glob of snot dislodged from somewhere high and got stuck in my lungs. I started coughing and was pretty much done absorbing oxygen. I looked back and a couple guys were coming, so I just kept coughing and lost. What a bad time for that to happen.

The last few laps got kind of crazy. Jelly Belly put their whole team on the front and did the normal control thing. Ride the inside of the course not fast enough, thus making us all glob (there’s that word again) behind, braking and then re-accelerating. I wasn’t too worried about getting into position to sprint. I’ve done this race a bunch and knew how to get to the front the last lap. So, again, like the day before, I was concentrating on saving energy and having enough air for the last lap.

I started probably around 20th and then made a pretty big effort up the last 1/2 of the hill. There were maybe 5 Jelly Belly guys in line and I went into the next to the last corner in 4th or 5th. The problem was that the finish is really downhill I sprint like shit downhill. If I have to sit down sprinting, it is pretty much over for me. Plus, I’m not going that good anyway. So, I was passed by 3 or 4 guys before the finish line and ended up 9th. Jelly Belly had 4 out of the top 5 at the end. Here’s the Strava link for the race.

Trudi is heading to Quebec City this morning, so I have to drop her at the airport. The last race here is the hardest by far. And it is supposed to be hot and muggy. It was muggy yesterday, but not that hot. It is going to be hard to fake it this afternoon. We’re heading back to Topeka after the race, so it is going to be a long day.

Results, courtesy of Shadd once again.

This is the 1st corner of the course. Kind of gives you a flavor of the area.

An artsy shot Trudi took when I was off the front in the rain. This was about the only time I pulled through the whole time.

Benton Park Criterium – Gateway Cup

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Okay, last “race report” for a bit and we’ll get back to more fun stuff. Yesterday was Benton Park. It is a super cool race in a up and coming area in St. Louis. The course is really challenging. It is maybe the hardest criterium of the year in many respects. I’m not sure what the deal with the course is exactly, but it is like a M.C. Escher drawing. The course seems like it is uphill the whole way around. Plus, headwind the whole lap too. In previous years, only like 30% of the field finishes. And the race is only 80 minutes long.

I knew the break would be gone instantly, within the first 15 minutes, it always has. I got into a move with the right combination on the 2nd or 3rd lap. I didn’t hardly warm up a pedal stroke because it was already super hot and muggy out. But, that didn’t matter. The break never got too far ahead and we got caught in just 2 or 3 laps. Brian, who came the to St. Louis the day before to join us, immediately attacked and rode away. There are lots of guys in the field that know how strong that Brian is and the best of them followed.

Eventually a huge group of nearly 20 guys formed off the front. That wasn’t good for just about anyone, so it had death written all over it. The stayed away for 4 or 5 laps and right when we reabsorbed that break, Brian went again and it was done. It was exactly the right combination with Jelly-Belly, Kenda, Harley-Davidson, Mercy and us all represented.

And that was it. There isn’t much more for me to write about. The break of 7 stayed away. Brian ended up 6th, which he wasn’t good with at all, but someone has to end up in that place. He started attacking the break, maybe too far from the end, with 6 laps to go. It pissed one of the Jelly-Belly riders off enough he kind of mocked Brian and asked him if he thought that he was Lance Armstrong. Brian asked me after the race what I thought that meant. I told him it meant that he was hurting them and they were trying to use intimidation to slow him down. It might have worked some. The year before, Brian was in nearly an identical break and the sprint didn’t work out so well for him, so he decided he wanted it split up. So he made his best effort into doing just that. It didn’t work out so well for him, but that is bike racing.

Back in the field it kept splitting into small groups off the front. Eventually nearly all the places were up the road. I was tried of the race and just wanted it to be done with.

With 2 laps to go, I noticed the race leader, Brad Huff, Jelly-Belly, go over to the edge of the course, on what seemed to be the only downhill section, which was pretty abandoned of spectators. Brad proceeded to pee off his bike. It surprised me for a couple reasons. It isn’t like I haven’t seen or done it myself before during a race, but never during a criterium. And 2, I couldn’t understand why he just didn’t wait the 5 minutes and we would have be done. Whatever the reason, it was very impressive.

So, the weekend is over. I don’t feel any worse, illness-wise. Not any better really either. I’m not sure if the racing is going to help for Chequamegon two weeks from now. I needed to race pretty badly and that is just what I did – race sorta badly. I’m planning on doing my heat training thing and ride back and forth to Lawrence, super slowly, this time on my MTB for the next few days. It is supposed to be in the upper 90’s most of this week and I just need some slow miles to hopefully reset. If not, Chequamegon is just going to be a tour in the woods of Wisconsin.

Trudi getting a little last minute Bromont time before having to head off to Canada.

The architecture around Benton Park is super cool.

The race goes right by the Budweiser brewery.

This isn’t a very good photo, but the women’s races were great. Laura Van Gilder had a hat trick, plus one, winning all four days. Skylar Schneider, Sam’s little sister, from Tibco, finished 2nd yesterday, and 2nd in the overall, to Laura.
It was her birthday yesterday and she just turned 14. Pretty unreal.

The sunset driving back yesterday was unreal.

My friend, Paul Biskup, was driving through last night and his kids were camped out in my living room.

M.C. Escher is one of my favorite artists. His drawings always make you think.

Professional Cyclocross National Title

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I am the holder of title that no one else in the sport has, I’ve won the US Professional Cyclocross National Championships. Twice, actually. Back in the early 90’s, when the USCF and PRO were trying to merge and become one, after a little encouragement from some of the PRO riders, they decided to hold the National Championships for cross as both a PRO and amateur event, raced together. And award two jerseys, one for the first amateur and one for the first Pro.

The first year it was held in Boston, where Don Myrah won the event, but I won the Professional title. Then the next year the race was held in Golden Colorado where Mark Howe won the event and I again was the first Professional. I’m not really sure why I was classified as a Professional and those guys were amateurs. I think it might of been because I held a Pro road license and cyclo-x was technically an aspect of the road.

I’d won the Nationals in ’83 and ’84 and did not race them again for 7 more years. The reason was I wasn’t getting enough feeling of personal accomplishment anymore for training for an extra couple months for one race. And I was winning the races by huge margins. I was racing Professionally on the road and when the Tour of the Americas and bigger events started occurring early in February-March, cross just didn’t seem as important.

But when they put a Professional title into the mix I got interested again. One bonus for winning was that you didn’t pay entry fees into races if you were a National Champion. And since cross was technically a road event, that meant no entries for all season, which was substantial.

Both in Boston and Golden there weren’t that many Professional road riders at the race. I think in Boston, my ex-Wheaties/Schwinn team mate, Tim Rutherford (Jonny) was who I was worried about the most. He rode MTB professionally for Ritchey with Thomas Frischnecht. The next year in Golden, I believe both Frank and Mark McCormick were now PRO, so obviously they were on my radar.

I didn’t win either of the events outright. I had pretty good form for both races, but I had some issues. In Boston, I crashed pretty hard on the road when Don Myrah got away and lost a bunch of time. Tim passed me and by the time I got a new bike and got past Tim, I felt it was in my best interest to play it safe and just stay upright and win the jersey.

Golden was a different issue. I didn’t plan on going, but decided last minute. I don’t do well racing short, intense races at altitude, without being acclimated. I went out the day before and was staying with Roy Knickman in Boulder. There was a ton of snow on the ground and the course was super icy. From some reason I got a bad call up, or maybe just a bad start, but coming to the first dismount, someone fell and stuck a pedal into my from wheel and ripped out a bunch of spokes. My brother Kris, had driven out all night and was in the first pit with my MTB bike. By the time I got the bike I was buried.

It took me a while to get used to riding my MTB. I had only warmed up on the course on my cross bike. Kris put a new wheel on my cross bike, but by the time I rode a couple laps on the ice on my MTB bike, it felt better. So, I proceeded to march back up through the field. Obviously, there were riders going a ton of different speeds on the ice. Eventually I got up to 2nd place in the race, but had no idea who was winning. We were lapping so many riders that it was just a steady stream of guys.

I think I ended up “losing” the race by around 30 seconds, I’m not sure. I was pretty okay with just winning the Professional title considering how bad a start I had to come back from. I remember asking Roy who won and what he was wearing. I didn’t know Mark Howe at the time. He was racing a MTB too. (That was before the rule that made it was illegal.) I think Mark was jumping the barriers. He worked for Rock Shox, I believe, and said his shock helped him in the icy conditions.

The next season, it just became a race for one National Championship, ( and I took another 7 years abscence) so unless sometime in the future, they go back to awarding two different jerseys, I have the only two US Professional Cyclocross titles ever awarded. I wonder where those jerseys are?

Also, don’t forget about the Cross clinic I’m doing this weekend put on by Source Endurance. Zach McDonald and a bunch of other guys are going to be helping. You can click here to register.

The podium in at the 1992 Cyclocross Nationals in Golden, CO.

The results from that race. Click twice to enlarge.

Vaughters Outs Danielson

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I finally get the Vaughters damage control plan. He is going to methodically, pre-release information, before it is dropped like a bomb from a B-52, hoping to help negate the bad press and astonishment from the eventual fallout of the Lance deal.

And I hate it. He can make up all the schemes and reasons for what he does as the team director for Garmin, but it is all smoke and mirrors for self preservation of himself and his riders. Here’s a link from an article from Cyclingnews.com that goes over some “beliefs” Jonathan has on doping in the sport. In this article, through Cyclingnews forums, he outs Tom Danielson, Christian Vande Velde and Dave Zabriskie. We’ll all heard the CVV and Dave Z. names, but Tommy D. is new to the scene. He goes on to explain why he hired Tom Danielson and not Jörg Jaksche.

This is a quote from Cyclingnew.com, which quotes Vaughters- “So, Tommy D… Here’s a guy that has used o2 vector doping, and with some success [Oxygen vector doping refers to increasing oxygen delivery to the muscles via increased hemoglobin, ed.]. But when you test him, without o2 vector doping, you quickly see this guy has massive aerobic ability. O2 transport isn’t the limiting factor with his body/mind. However, he is not a mentally strong athlete. He succumbs to nerves and pressure very easily.

“So, in looking at his physiology and psychology, the rate limiting factor is the latter, not the former. So, working on that makes huge strides. Giving him o2 vector doping is akin to putting a bigger engine in a car with a flat tire, because you want it to go faster. yes, it will make the car with the flat tire go faster, but you could just go ahead and fix the flat tire instead?”

I’m not going to rip Jonathan again for this. He is full of shit. Completely full of shit. I’m going to rip Tom Danielson. Here’s my personal observations and history of Tom Danielson, with a few jabs at Jonathan during the rant, probably.

Ever since I heard the guy’s name, Tom Danielson, it has been associated with doping. From square one. The first time I heard anything about the guy, without hearing his name even, was when I received an email from Ned from something like 12 years ago. (I’ve been looking for the email, but it must be on a different computer or hard drive somewhere.) Anyway, the email said something like what I thought about some kid from Fort Lewis, that the previous fall couldn’t even come close to riding with the group up the passes, on the local weekly training rides and then comes back the next spring, from training in Arizona, (I think) and he’s dropping everyone. I said maybe it didn’t have to be doping and some guys are natural climbers, since I had never personally witnessed or seen the guy. I didn’t realize the extent of the change.

I don’t remember when I first raced against him. I had asked around and realized that he had finished 3rd in the collegiate MTB Nationals in New York in 2000. My friend, Jed Schneider, who was living in Topeka, at an apartment in an old building of mine, was going to KU that year and finished 2nd behind JHK. When a guy struggles at the collegiate level in MTB racing and then all of a suddenly can out climb just about any rider in the US over one winter, he gathers tons of attention.

The Mercury team hired him and when I saw that he won the 12 mile TT in the Estes Park Stage race by over 5 minutes over 2nd, I put him on the, for sure, cheater, cheater pumpkin eater team. It was done, he took drugs. I remember talking to a friend from Michigan, Tinker, the next year at the Iceman Cometh and he said he was training down in Arizona with Danielson about 2 weeks before he got really good. Everyone knew.

At the time, I was surprised that Tom Schuler hired him to ride for Saturn. Danielson proceeded to fuck up race after race I competed in. Redlands, Nature Valley Gran Prix, all of them. I remember being in a elevator after the time trial in Nature Valley with Bill Stolte and Danielson gets in. I ask him how it went for him and he says something like he rode 9:10 and won. The race was 6.25 miles I think. I said something back like, “Tom, it was 10km, that would be over a 40 mph average.” He said “Yeh, I rode 9:10.” Bill and I just looked at each other and didn’t say another word. The guy was a tool.

He managed to smash, self admitted doper, Tyler Hamilton’s record on Mount Washington Hill climb and win just about every other climbing race he rode.

Anyway, it didn’t surprise me at all when he got the plane ticket to fly down to Austin and meet Lance. He didn’t sign with Discovery then. I think he rode one year with Saturn and then a year in Europe before riding with them. He stuck around the US long enough for just about everyone with any knowledge of the sport to realize he needed to leave our continent and go race with the other super charged guys over in Europe. He eventually did just that signing for Discovery, but kept coming back and cherry picking races. He kept not making the Tour team, so he would come back and win Mt. Evans hill climb. He won Tour of Georgia and then raced Tour of Missouri, California and the other races that thought it was important to have European Pros attend.

So here’s a guy that has so/so results. He can’t win the Collegiate MTB Nationals, but then wins it twice after getting on the program. Man, that title must of meant a lot to the dude. He proceeds to skip all the years of pain and suffering that Jonathan so appropriately describes in his NYT’s op-ed and gets a Pro contract after riding locally for the Sobe-Headshock MTB team. He smears everyone domestically for a couple years and then goes to Europe.

But in Europe, he isn’t good enough to make Lance’s Tour team. Even supercharged, the guy can’t do it. But, here comes Jonathan, the savior of lost soul cyclists. He has x-ray vision powers and can see the inner power that Tom possesses naturally. He also recognizes a “flat tire”. After using his 5 doctorates in exercise physiology to confirm his x-ray results, Jonathan decided that Tom is truly naturally talented. He then puts Tom through his crazy, complicated verbal skills test and voilà, he is a Garmin rider.

At this point Tom can do it. He can ride in the Gran Tours in the top ten. He has it in his ability. He really never needed to take those silly oxygen vector doping drugs to start with. He had it within his inner self the whole time. He really just needed super psychologist, Jonathan Vaughters, (I failed to mention he has a Ph.D in Psychology too) to put him on the true, honest cycling path. Jonathan also had to use some mechanic skills to help get “air” back into Tom’s tire.

I was watching the big screen at the Pro Challenge in Aspen a couple weeks ago, when Danielson was dropping everyone up over Independence Pass and I was depressed. I obviously have never had any respect for the guy. I’ve always “known” he took drugs to race bikes. They did a little exposé on the guy, showing his home in Boulder, with his mother-in-law area and kids’ play room. He was showing off his Tom Danilson branded coffee. I was thinking, man, maybe it is worth it, look what you can attain by cheating all your friends and fans. I was hoping so much that he was going to get caught coming into town, but no, he made it by a couple seconds. It seemed to me to be such a crime the guy was racing the event to start with.

I was looking through the internet for something on Tom and saw an article saying about how Tom wants to move back to Durango from Boulder. Evidently, he has a love for Maui too. I’m hoping most of the people in Durango that support cycling, think much of the same way I do. Maybe the Durango Herald reporter will feel as strongly as I do, and rip Tom a new asshole. Maybe Tom will realize that he has done enough damage to the sport, the reputation of Fort Lewis College, and decide to move to his little place in Maui instead. He can then sit on the beach and contemplate all the life stories he stole from those other collegiate guys that finished 2nd, 3rd 4th, etc. to him at MTB Nationals, over 10 years ago.

Jonathan, Tom wasn’t doing it because he didn’t have any other choice when he was “ready” to turn Pro, Tom was skipping all that. He was doing it to cheat his way into the sport. There is a huge difference there. But, he meets your guide lines, your stringent litmus test, so fuck it.

From Bicycling magazine-

By 2002 the powerhouse Mercury road squad had scooped Danielson up, and early in 2003 he won Malaysia’s Tour de Langkawi stage race, prompting famed race announcer Phil Liggett to claim the world had just witnessed the coming out party of “the next Lance Armstrong.”

Phil nearly got something correct back in 2003 I guess.

Tom Danielson, not smart enough to know how to tone it down and not draw attention to himself, winning the Estes Park Stage Race TT, which was 12 miles, by over 5 minutes over 2nd.

Below are some of his results courtesy of Wiki. I guess no one has gotten around to adding this year’s Pro Challenge results to it yet. As far as I’m concerned, they are are fantasy results. Might as well not have happened.