16,073 Words about the Amsterdam Clubkampioenschappen Veldrijden*

Even the volunteers at sign in are required to wear helmets.



The boys from the 'burbs crowd the line.



The boys in black, hang out in the back...



...and chew the fat.



Off they go.



Some race.





Others chase.



Or nearly fall on their face.



But only one person will remain in first place.


The long view.



The aftermath.



WTC Flowers (Juniors)



WTC Flowers (Seniors)



WVA Flowers



Gaul Flowers

*translation: Club championship Cylco-cross/Mountain Bike.

Davis Phinney's Biceps

When people hear the name Davis Phinney, they think of that crash, Connie, Taylor, 7-11, and recently the fight.

Me? I think of all of those, but in the end i still marvel at his biceps.

With that in mind, I present to you some additional photographs from the 1992 Fitchburg Longsjo Classic.

What not to wear (Team Sky)

Oh boy.

The Adidas designers are back in the pro peloton.

After all of those years drawing up plans for pink and black jerseys, one would have hoped that they had learned something by now.

Apparently not.

As the Limeys would say: Black and Blue is the tits.

Old Old Young

It's January.

The cycling world sleeps.

The diligent train.

The lazy gain weightt.

Me? I gain weight, and dig through old boxes of pics.

On that note, some images I took at the 1992 Fitchburg Longsjo Classic, of a young triathlete turned cyclist, from Plano, Texas who was training for the Barcelona Olympics.



Big Tex beats Steven Swart at the line at the Fitchburg circuit race. Damn, that was a wall and a half.



Big Tex, presented to the public before the final crit.