This from the year in hell blog:
The latest Observer Sports Monthly -- due this Sunday -- looks like becoming a collector's edition. The cover features triple world champion and prime British Beijing medal hope Victoria Pendleton -- stark naked on a bike, in tasteful homage to Lance Armstrong's 1999 Vanity Fair pose.
I predict that this weekend will see pathetic scenes being played out across the UK.
Middle-aged men whose weekend routines do not normally include the reading of a Sunday paper will gather in furtive groups outside newsagents, waiting for them to open. They will seize copies of the Observer and rush to the privacy of their homes where they will tear the sports supplement from its plastic covering and feast their eyes on the loveliness thereon.
Within minutes, obsessive cries will issue from bedrooms across the land:
"Is that a Madone 6.5? I would have thought they could have stretched to a 6.9, myself -- or preferably used a Litespeed or something, although I suppose the Trek is meant as an Armstrong tribute -- and what are those wheels? Bontragers? They could have upgraded to a pair of Zipps at the very least, or some Lightweights. What cowboy put the bar tape on like that? It won't last five minutes. And the bars are at the wrong angle anyway. I wish she'd move her leg, I can't see what seatpost they've fitted....."
This from the year in hell blog:
The latest Observer Sports Monthly -- due this Sunday -- looks like becoming a collector's edition. The cover features triple world champion and prime British Beijing medal hope Victoria Pendleton -- stark naked on a bike, in tasteful homage to Lance Armstrong's 1999 Vanity Fair pose.
I predict that this weekend will see pathetic scenes being played out across the UK.
Middle-aged men whose weekend routines do not normally include the reading of a Sunday paper will gather in furtive groups outside newsagents, waiting for them to open. They will seize copies of the Observer and rush to the privacy of their homes where they will tear the sports supplement from its plastic covering and feast their eyes on the loveliness thereon.
Within minutes, obsessive cries will issue from bedrooms across the land:
"Is that a Madone 6.5? I would have thought they could have stretched to a 6.9, myself -- or preferably used a Litespeed or something, although I suppose the Trek is meant as an Armstrong tribute -- and what are those wheels? Bontragers? They could have upgraded to a pair of Zipps at the very least, or some Lightweights. What cowboy put the bar tape on like that? It won't last five minutes. And the bars are at the wrong angle anyway. I wish she'd move her leg, I can't see what seatpost they've fitted....."
Sad, but you know it's true."