Hell Yeah! Friday smiles...

Big Friday smiles as my birthday present from my brother arrived after spending two weeks in euro transit. Stoked. Such a cool book.

Stage Three in the Eneco Tour

Bordeaux-Paris race

The Professor...

Clean Tour?

is that kittel with the aston? quality, ha!

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*A helper lubricates the chain of the Italian cyclist Gino Sciardis during the 1949 Tour de France. *

dem legs...

Competitors take to the startline of the Goulburn to Sydney Cycling Classic, circa 1930 taken from CyclingTips' coverage of the event

Lampre-Merida’s team bus photographed by David Chiu at the Tour de France.

“…I was lying on my bed in the afternoon before the race. Axel had gone down the corridor for his massage and the phone rang. A man’s voice asked if Axel was there, and I said ‘No, he went for a massage.’ The voice replied, ‘Never mind, good luck for tomorrow-tell him his dad called.’ I said , ‘Yeah, no problem,’ and put the phone down before I suddenly realized: Fuck me, that was Eddy Merckx!”

— Quote taken from Domestique by Charly Wegelius which is reviewed over at Velominati

Rolling across the vast Steppes of Mongolia. CyclingTips have some amazing photographs of the Mongolia Bike Challenge

Brian Hodes photograph from the Tour of Alberta found on CyclingTips

Tom Simpson memorial photographed by Camille McMillan at this year’s Tour de France.

Italian cyclist Marco Pinotti of BMC shortly before caught by the pack as photographed by Javier Lizon and found on the Guardian

Emily Maye photograph from the TdF

“…I was lying on my bed in the afternoon before the race. Axel had gone down the corridor for his massage and the phone rang. A man’s voice asked if Axel was there, and I said ‘No, he went for a massage.’ The voice replied, ‘Never mind, good luck for tomorrow-tell him his dad called.’ I said , ‘Yeah, no problem,’ and put the phone down before I suddenly realized: Fuck me, that was Eddy Merckx!”

— Quote taken from Domestique by Charly Wegelius which is reviewed over at Velominati

Have just ordered a copy on the strength of that quote alone.