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Lance Armstrong comes from Austin Texas . The proximity of Texas to the Mexican border means that many Texans have a good grasp of the Spanish language . Lance is no exception . Like many other celebrities when he checks into a hotel he often does so under an assumed name . I can now disclose what that name is – Juan Polloto . The relevance of this name to Mr. Armstrong is Juan ( sounds like one ) Polloto ( spanish translation of Ball )

This has been the name that he has been using over the past few months during his comeback training trail . The training has been pretty intense and his programme for October was as follows ;

2 x per week 5-5.5 hrs endurance pace
2 x per week 3-4 hrs endurance pace with 2 x 20minutes at just below LT pace (380-400watts)
1 x per week Tuesday-nighter
1 x per week 3-4 hrs with 2 sets of 4 x 20seconds max effort x 40 seconds recovery
1 x per week day off-travel, rest.

There have been a number of books about The Lance Armstrong training programme but very few would have been this intense at this time of year .

The tour looks out for next year which should please team mate Alberto Contador but it is almost a certainty that The 100th anniversary of the Giro d’Italia will be the main target for Armstrong’s comeback season .

Barry

www.worldwidedcycles.com


In 1987 Stephen Roche wore the green Irish jersey and won the WorldCycling Championships . Twenty one years later his son Nicholas who has just completed a fantastic Tour of Spain will wear the green Irish Jersey at this years world championships in Varese Italy .

Stephen Roche 1987

Nicholas Roche 2008

Barry

www.worldwidecycles.com


Have you ever heard a song on the radio and immediately been reminded of being in another place at another time . It happened to me yesterday in the shop . As I was fitting a new rear gear cable into a Pinarello prince Alanis Morrisette came on the radio proclaiming that she had one hand in her pocket and telling me that everything was going to be fine ,fine , fine . Now there’s confidence for ya !

Well , I was immediately transported back twelve years to my first month living in New York . I was working as a plumber for Timmy Myers of Henry Myers and sons , plumbing and heating contractors , Bay ridge Brooklyn . Timmy is a cross between Joey from friends and Colin Farrell . Think Joey saying ‘Hey how you doin?’ with a cigarette balanced between his lips whilst chatting up the tall blonde apartment owner . Most of our work was in Manhattan and one particular day we were doing a job on 73rd street just off of Park Avenue . There was no parking and Timmy didn’t want to have his brand new white Chevy Camaro t-top iroc towed so my job for the day was to do laps of the block . So ,there I was three weeks off the plane , driving around Manhattan in ever increasing laps of a number of blocks , due to road works obviously , and listening to Elvis Durand and the morning zoo on Z100 . They were playing Alannis Morrisette and that time is always what I think of whenever I hear that song

There are many songs that conjure up images of cycling too . Bonnie Tylers’ I need a hero ‘ will always be the song that accompanied Kelly on his blistering Time trial between Carrick and Clonmel in the 1985 Nissan , with Jimmy McGee speaking about a man on a mission , dedication intent !

U2′S With or Without you will always be remembered for the slow motion highlights of Stephen Roches’ 1987 Tour victory . Many a mile was covered flat out in training listening to that on the sony walkman with Kearney’s road becoming La Plagne and The wood road the Champs Elysee .

But , getting back to the gear cable on the Pinarello Prince . The owner has only been riding road bikes for 2 years now . Today he was setting off on a three hundred mile cycle . Beginning in Kilkenny he was heading to Dublin and across to Galway via Athlone before heading back to Kilkenny . He was leaving home at 4.oo am and hopes to be home by 11.00 pm tonight . The reason for his epic ride is just a desire to push himself and I have no doubt that he will do it . He is one of those characters that makes working in a shop , meeting all kinds of people so interesting .

His hobbies include white water kayaking , downhill mountain biking and rock climbing along with riding the road bike . He made the Ray Darcy show last week when a listener texted in a suggestion for a topic entitled 10 things not to do before you die . The listener suggested that riding down Croagh Patrick on a mountain bike was not something that anyone should attempt before they died . He had seen three guys doing exactly that the previous weekend , one of whom was our customer who made it down in just under twelve minutes , and that was after running up the mountain with his bike on his back in just one hour fifteen . ( The average time for the ascent without a bike on your back being two hours )

Last year whilst Kayaking in Uganda he befriended a local who told him about his two children who were unable to go to school as he could not afford to send them . Before heading back to Ireland our guy handed the local a mobile phone with his own number on it and told him not to sell it and that he would call him within seven days after coming home . He made the call and told the Ugandan to go to a certain Western Union office where he was to pick up two hundred dollars which would cover a term’s education for both children . The Ugandan now texts with updates on his children’s education and our guy continues to fund it happy in the knowledge that 100 % of his contribution is going directly to the place that it is needed .

Our guy works in order to live and to do all of the things that make life exciting and if he were to have a soundtrack I think that it would be Greenday’s Time of your life !

 

 

Barry

www.worldwidecycles.com


Last week as I watched ‘the tour’ on Eurosport I found myself nodding in agreement at the television as Kelly described the job of a cycling mechanic as the toughest on the race .

The riders have it tough for the duration of the stage , but as soon as they cross the line they are pampered like newborn babies . They are washed down , given warm clothes and a nice cool drink ,  loaded up onto an air-conditioned bus and whisked away to the team hotel . Once there they head for the lift where an A4 sheet is to be found telling them which room number they have been given . No hassle of check in desks etc. Upon entering their allocated room they find their bags already in place and just remove the PSP or ipod before having their shower . After the nice warm shower they are straight into bed and the soignoeur arrives to give them some water and more food . They are also told what time dinner will be served and what time to come down for their rub ( 30 mins to one hour of deep tissue massage ) . The soigneour will also take away their sweaty gear to wash and dry it for them . Oh yes , it is a tough life alright !

The people looking after the riders have a slightly different time however .

Back in April 2002 I got a call one Saturday morning in the shop . There was an Irish team heading over to a stage race in France and they needed a mechanic . The race was starting the following Friday in Thionville in Eastern France and would entail eight stages over six days . It was short notice but I was all excited in anticipation of my first experience as a stage race mechanic . The team was managed by Morgan Fox who had only received his call the day before me and the masseur was Claire Moore who missed the first three stages as she too had only been contacted at the last minute and had work commitments . (I must hasten to add that although this was common practice with Cycling Ireland teams at the time it has improved slightly since then )

I met Morgan in the Cycling Ireland Offices on the north circular road in Dublin on the Tuesday afternoon as we had to drive the big blue van across England and onto France to collect the riders in Charles de Gaule airport outside Paris . From there the plan was to collect the rented team car from Hertz and to drive across to Thionville .

We shared the driving as we traversed Wales and England , only stopping for diesel and a few plastic sandwiches . Through the night the traffic was light and we made good time . However we still got caught in the early rush hour traffic on the M25 around London and it was 10.45 as we boarded the ferry in Dover bound for Calais . We had just sat down on the ferry when Morgan’s phone rang . It was one of the riders – Martin O’Loughlin , who informed us that they had just arrived at Charles De Gaule and were wondering where we were . They had all been booked on an early flight out of Dublin which was a few quid cheaper than the flight three hours later and were now waiting to be picked up . All Morgan could do was to tell him that we were on the way .

The team was made up of ;

Mark Scanlon – former junior world  champion

David O’Loughlin – currently on the plane to Beijing olympics to compete in the pursuit

Brian Kenneally – winner of two stages of last years RAS

Stephen Gallagher – Winner of this years RAS

Martin O’Loughlin – Current National Veterans champion

Paul Griffen – Current professional with Giant Asia team

This was before Garmin and their sat-nav devices became popular so much of the journey was spent with a big map of France sprawled over the dash . We arrived at the airport just after three pm to find Ireland’s top cyclists playing football outside of the arrivals area . As with most athletes before a competition these were delicate souls who greeted us with hand shakes and how’re things ? , which were underscored with subtle observations of ‘where the fuck were ye until now ?’

Allowances were made and excuses were proffered as a certain office on the North Circular road in Dublin would have had it’s ears burning . Next stop , the Hertz office across the car park . Morgan went in to collect the car which we were told would be awaiting our arrival only to be told that Hertz hadn’t a clue what he was on about . There was no car booked for any cycling Ireland team . Once again a certain office in Dublin was being spoken of .

Now it was time for plan B . Load up all of the riders , bikes and bags into the van and all head off for a nice five hour tour across France with a former World Champion sitting on a milk crate . The journey passed quickly enough as the subject of ‘fitzy ‘ came up and everyone seemed to have a few tales to tell of his exploits throughout the cycling globe . see here

Around nine pm we arrived at the Race HQ and saw the Credit Agricole and Francais de Jeux team cars nestled among many other professional outfits . I accompanied Morgan into the building and noticed that the general flow of people seemed to be coming out against us . We had just missed the pre race managers meeting . We approached a few officials who were still sitting behind a desk and Morgan announced the arrival of Team Irelande ! Now I wasn’t exactly expecting a round of applause but the reaction did seem a bit strange . The three guys just looked at us before one began to gesture and gesticulate to his colleagues . Now , I’m no fluent French speaker but I do know enough to get by and can understand more than I can speak . Morgan is fluent and as I looked across at him I noticed the colour draining a little from his face . The french voices were becoming louder and the gestures more pronounced as an older looking gentleman was called over . He came over and informed us that an invitation had been sent to Cycling Ireland to participate in the race but that no reply had been received so we were not included on the start list and had not been expected . Once more a certain office in Dublin was mentioned !

Morgan has been a professional in Belgium and is very adept at the nuances of cycling . He pleaded our case , the long journey , the former world champion ,  I think that Kelly’s paris Roubaix and Roche’s Tour de France were even mentioned , but whatever he said seemed to be working . Hard faces began to soften and when a certain ‘bureau’ in Dublin was mentioned there were oooh’s and aaaah’s . Eventually there were handshakes and pats on the back and we were in the race . Next came the hard bit , we had no accommodation and no team car . Accommodation was block booked by the race organisation so there were rooms available but the team car was another issue . For a few moments I thought that this was the bridge too far until a guy who had been in the background steeped forward and volunteered to let us have his car for duration of the race . He was a race Marshall but was our Guardian angel .

So away we went , off to the hotel and were told that we could pickup the car the following morning , which we did .

A day by day account would be more book than blog so I’ll just go through some of the highlights :

The end of the first stage and it was lashing rain . We had a few crash victims and ended up being one of the last teams to leave the finish area . As we drive down the hill towards the hotel we pass the Credit Agricole team hotel where the three mechanics are outside under a floodlight awning at the side of their team van washing the bikes . Two bikes per mechanic .

I pull the clapped out cycling Ireland van into our hotel car park and try to park under a streetlight in order to see what I’m doing . Six bikes all to myself , rain all day so plenty to clean and repair and no awning or light . I pull on the oil skins and think out loud   ’ glamour my arse ‘ . I miss dinner as I’m out trying to get the bikes ready for the following morning and my evening meal consists of a few chocolate wafer biscuits and a powerbar . It’s impossible to see what I’m doing in the rain and non-existent light so eventually I call it a very frustrating day just after midnight .

Morgan is just back from a laundrette twenty km away so we both get stuck into washing the bottles and preparing the race food for the following day as Claire isn’t here yet . My head touches the pillow just after 2.00 am as I set my alarm for 5.00 am , just three hours later .

Luckily it starts to get bright around six am and I can finally see what I’m doing , the rain too has abated . I look over what I did the previous evening and see that it was mostly a waste of time as I have to go over all of the bikes again now that I can actually see what I’m doing . The riders walk out just after ten am . A few moans here and a few groans there . I’ve just finished the last bike and I’m not in the form to humour anybody . I’m tired and hungry , still haven’t even contemplated a bit of breakfast and am in no form to listen to requests for last minute jobs which should take an hour but have to be done in under ten minutes .

The riders don’t care about the effort that you’ve put in for them and rarely even acknowledge it . The mechanic and team staff are almost seen as servants even though you are giving up your holiday time and not getting paid a penny for it . I’ve been on both sides of the fence and as a rider know that you are so focused on the race that sometimes everything and everybody is taken for granted .

But then you arrive at the start line and the buzz hits you . You organise the spare wheels in the back seat and get your small bag of tools ready on the floor beside you . You remove the passengers headrest so that you have a clear view of the road ahead .You set up the riders small race bags with rain capes , gloves etc.  where they are easy to reach and you check that you have enough race food and bottles on the front seat and floor . You hop out and do some last minute job that some rider will always want done and check the air pressure of all spare wheels one last time . Check that the spare bikes on the roof are tight and make sure that no spectator has loosened anything . You hear the signal for the race to start and you hop in the back as the manager hops into the front and you are away .

Now you are glued to race radio and looking at the list of riders and numbers which you have taped to the back of the seat in front of you checking to see if any of your riders are in any of the moves , or if anybody punctures or needs assistance .

The evening before we needed a few bits and pieces from town , so as we headed in along a wet road suddenly a patch of diesel landed us up on top of a roundabout . Luckily the only damage was a front tyre which was now in a garage being repaired . The result however was that we were now in the cavalcade on a 160 km stage with a front driver side donut which advised only 30 km with no greater than a speed of 50 kph . Fingers and toes were crossed whenever we thought about it .

10k into the stage and Morgan says ‘ oh shit ‘ . My first thought is that I’ve missed something on race radio and something has happened to one of our riders . But no , the red light has begun to flash and we are almost out of petrol . So we look out for a petrol station and pull in . Hoping that none of our riders punctures . I stay in the car and listen to the race radio as Morgan fills her up . By the time we pull back out onto the road we are out of range and are now stuck behind the traffic which has become caught behind the race . Then our saviour arrives . He wears an orange and blue and red and green jacket with a half face white helmet and a pair of biggles goggles . He travels on a white and grey ten year old 100cc moped and we call him Ernie ,  after the Sesamie Street character . He beckons us on to follow him as he guides us between the traffic that we are now passing out and the oncoming traffic which he is waving his six inch timber lollipop at telling them to pull over . He stops traffic and brings us on through red lights . He deposits us safely back into the cavalcade and as we beep and wave our appreciation he gives us a boy scout salute as he touches his hand of the side of his helmet as much as to say all part of the service .

As we begin to settle back into the race one of our riders  numbers is called out over the race radio and we immediately take off up the outside of the cavalcade and find that David O’Loughlin has punctured . I jump out carrying a rear and a front and see that it’s a rear that’s flat . I change it immediately and give him a push off . He says thanks as I push him off and I grab the punctured rear and the front and dive back into the car . We resume our place in the cavalcade in  time to see him safely back in the bunch . I switch the punctured rear for a good one from the back of the car and once again have a pair of good wheels beside me on the seat .

Just as the riders stop for ‘nature breaks’ so too do the cars behind and as it seems all quiet up ahead we pull over and relieve ourselves just as the big mat team car pulls over to do likewise . The Fakta team have a girl on board and as they pull over there is almost a crash in the cavalcade . The Palmans team manager is so busy trying to see what she is up to that he almost drives into the back of the panaria team car in front . There is a screech of brakes which filters back along the cavalcade and disaster is narrowly avoided . We say that she can certainly stop traffic .

100k into the stage and we hear that Scanlon is in a break which are quickly gaining time on the bunch . Cancellara and Bernhard Eisel are there from quick step as are Cristophe Mengin and Andy Flickinger so it looks good . The gap grows out to over a minute and they begin to let some of the team cars through . Morgan is on the race radio asking to be allowed up and as it reaches 1.30 we are called through . Just as we are passing the bunch the road narrows and we are consumed by the bunch . There we are surrounded by riders and I look out the window as nonchalantly as possible at Jacky Durands bars which are about four inches from my nose and hope that Morgan doesn’t clip anyone . He stands on the horn and eventually we make our way through . The gap is now two minutes and we have to get across quickly . We travel along a twisting narrow rolling closed road at speeds approaching 150 kph and I briefly think about our donut front wheel . We are up there for 30k before the bunch led by Francais de Jeux reels them in . Jimmy Casper wins the gallop and rewards his team for their efforts .

We load up the bikes on the roof and pack the riders into the car before heading back to the hotel . In the car on the way back the conversation turns to doping . All of our guys are clean but are easily able to pick out some of the big names who are not . What goes on is accepted but the price that is paid is just as widely acknowledged . Some of the lads raced against guys who have since died of heart attacks  and the complications of later life do act as a deterrent for most who have a brain .

Claire arrives the following day and one of the first things that happens is that she drives over a plastic box containing all of the Russian teams’ bananas’ . They go ‘ape’ . Their budget is minuscule . The previous day they got 17 punctures and have gone beyond new tubes and are now on their third puncture repair kit . The bananas’ were their race food for the week and possibly their evening meals also . I was concerned that a KGB hit could be ordered but disaster was avoided as Morgan promised to buy them a new box and fill it with more Bananas than before . Peace resumes again .

We got through the race and dropped most of the lads to the train station before Morgan and I checked the team out of the Hotel . All week we had been told that Cycling Ireland were sending over the money to pay the hotel but as we tried to check out it had still not arrived . Another conflab ensued with the manager mentioning Gendarme etc. but once again Morgan got it sorted by getting the President of Cycling Ireland to fax over a signed guarantee of payment . This got us out the door where we jumped into the van and floored it to get away before we got arrested .

I dropped Morgan off in Paris and drove the rest of the way back myself and had plenty of time to think about the events of the previous week . There were times that I said never again but there were also times that were fantastic . The buzz and exhilaration of being in the team car during the race itself made up for much of the hard work that went on outside of that . The professional teams are so well organised that it is a much easier job for the mechanic although most still put in between twelve and fourteen hours each day .

So tonight when you sit down to watch the tour spare a thought for the poor mechanic, the guy who helps to keep the show on the road .

Barry

www.worldwidecycles.com


When you work in a bike shop no two days are ever the same . Different people and different bikes are in and out every day . Also because it’s our own business there’s everything else that goes along with being self employed , accounts , orders , marketing etc. Whilst I’m not one for posting entries in diary form ala Bridget Jones the past week probably should be broken down that way so here it goes ;

Monday – Worked from home all day , did blog post and Vat return . Spent the evening congratulating three year old daughter on doing her poo in the potty . A very momentous event if you’ve ever gone through the toilet training process .

Tuesday – Very busy day in shop . Built two Kuota Kebels with Ultegra SL . Lovely bikes . Hybrids were going like hot cakes as the summer sun takes effect and encourages people to get out and enjoy the long evenings .

Wednesday – Spent half the morning trying to get the back wheel off of a museum piece with a pre sturmey archer 3 speed . The faded Bill Purcell sticker on the down tube said it all . There once was a bike shop in Clonmel , down where the veterinary surgery across from the army barracks currently resides which was owned and operated by Bill Purcell . This was back in the days shortly after Oliver Cromwell laid siege upon the town and this particular bike may well have been used by Cromwell himself .

Thursday – Gave a presentation at the Irish Internet Association’s annual congress . Pretty nerve racking beforehand especially when I sat down on the stage and looked down at around 400 people . I was third up and luckily the preparation beforehand paid off and all went well . Got some very positive feedback afterwards and really , looking back now it couldn’t have gone better . Darragh Doyle even gave it a mention on his blog . Learned a lot from the other speakers also and have plenty of ideas to keep me occupied for the next twelve months .

Friday – National Mountain Bike Day , or so it seemed . Today everyone wanted to head off road . Ballyhoura really seems to be capturing the imagination and getting people to try their hand at a bit of mountain biking .

Saturday – It was like being in the West county hotel ( sign on hotel for the Ras ) all day as  The Men of the Ras were in getting a few final requirements . When your not riding this year and everyone is coming in talking about it there is always that pang of ‘ shoulda trained for it ‘ especially this year with Fridays stage finishing about 300 meters from the shop . If the weather stays good for the week it will be even more difficult to reconcile but if it lashes rain for a day or two the regret of not riding will be significantly diminished .

At home on Saturday evening requests for a pink trampoline were being voiced with increasing regularity as all poos are now finding their way to the potty and a reward was promised , so if anyone knows where to get a pink trampoline please let me know as three year olds are like elephants , they never forget .

Barry

http://www.worldwidecycles.com

 

 


Back in the late eighties a bike race was a good indicator of what the latest trend in haircuts was . Former National champion and current surgeon in St James’ hospital Dublin , Julian Dalby was the first to sport the dyed blond look complete with a diamond pattern shaved into the back of his head . Both Declan Lonergan and Declan Byrne had pony-tails and Ray had a mullet . Fitzy had the middle parting with the overhang  to the ears look down to a tee , whilst ‘Mellow’ had the longest hair in the bunch .

Then at the Ras or even the Junior tour the likes of Paul Jennings , Richard Wooles and the rest of the Welsh team who were identified by their middle initial as they were all called Anthony Jones , arrived to sign on with hair gel and brylcream which launched another new trend .

These were the glory days of Kelly and Roche and the average age of license holders must have been in or about nineteen to twenty years of age . The smell of hair gel mixed with deep heat was instantly recognisable as the sign of a packed dressing room or back of a van before a race . Cycling was hugely popular amongst teenagers as they all wanted to be superstars like Kelly and Roche .

Fast forward to today however and the haircuts have changed greatly . The most common sight at a race nowadays is a sensible number two or three all over . Or over the remnants of what used to be . A few juniors like Sam and Philip Lavery are keeping the hair gel tradition in force but they are well outnumbered by the number two brigade . The eighties teenagers have grown up , had families , established themselves in their chosen career and are now back on the bike in force . They are keeping up the numbers at races each Sunday .

Nowadays the average age of cyclists in Ireland seems to be well up in the high thirties , which is a concern for the future of the sport . Whilst juniors like Sam give great hope for the future the sheer lack of numbers at underage and junior races seems to reflect the result of the Wii playstation generation . In 1988 we rode the junior tour in a bunch of almost two hundred , with most riders being Irish , last year there were fifty six competitors only seventeen of whom were Irish .

The IVCA is the Association which caters for Veterans over forty and seems to be ten times better organised than Cycling Ireland . They must surely be looking forward to the glut of new members heading their way over the next ten years . But where will this leave the general racing side of the sport  ? The leisure side is going from strength to strength with events like ‘The Sean Kelly tour ‘ anticipating over two thousand entrants in only it’s second year . But race fields are just managing to hold their own ,  mainly due to the over thirty brigade .

For now we’ll just have to wait and see what happens and in the meantime I’m off to the new Egyptian Barber down town to get my hair cut , a number two back and sides , four on top and a bit of hair gel to keep me young !

 

Barry

www.worldwidecycles.com


MGM have recently released a film based on the life of Scottish cyclist Graeme Obree . Whilst Obree’s story is good what would a big budget film about Kelly be like ? It might be something like this ;

Jack Kelly ( played by Gabriel Byrne ) wanders out into a field on a bleak Autumn morning . He approaches his youngest son Vincent ( played by that young fella from fair city who was junior national champion a few years ago )who is working in the field and says ‘ Where’s Sean , he’s supposed to be out topping mangles and I can’t find him anywhere .’

‘He’s gone off on the bicycle with Joe again ‘

‘That feckin bicycle , sure pedalling a bicycle around Carrick won’t put bread on the table for him , he’d want to catch himself on ‘

Jack then turns and walks back towards the house accompanied by a black and white sheepdog with the sound of crows cawing in the wind echoing in the distance .

The next scene shows Kelly (played by Cillian Murphy) riding along a narrow road beside his coach and training partner , Tony Ryan ( played by Aidan Quinn )

The coach is telling his young protege about the nuances of bike racing and says ;

‘ You have great power and fantastic stamina Sean but you just need to a bit cute when you’re racing against the sharks from Cork and Dublin . They have more experience , but you have already proven your worth with your two Junior titles . But now you’re in with the big boys so strength alone won’t win you races .’

The young Kelly is listening intently but not saying much . The coach then see’s an Austin 1100 up ahead and tells his young protege to sprint up to it . The car is travelling at about thirty miles per hour with a farmer and his wife heading into town for the mart . They are discussing the price they hope to get for the five sheep in the back of the car when they are startled by the sight of a man on a bicycle flashing past them .

‘What was that Tommy?’ the wife asks

‘It looks like a lad on a bicycle Mary , but it must be some new sort of Motor cycle the speed he’s going .’

‘Well he’d want to take it handy and slow down a bit Tommy , or he’ll end up in a ditch full a briars ‘

‘He would Mary ‘

The next scene shows a group of young lads gathered around a blue Hillman Hunter belonging to Carrick Wheelers chairman Dan Grant ( played by Colm Meany ) . He is milling around the car saying :

‘ Come on lads , get the bags in the boot and the bikes on the roof . Come on lads we should have been gone half an hour ago . Come on lads !’

The car is loaded and just as they are about to pull away Dan’s only daughter Linda (played by Sharon ni Bheolain ) stands in the door and makes eye contact with Kelly who is sitting next to the window in the rear of the car . Kelly gives her a small wave as the car pulls away and she returns a smile .

Next , the start line of The Shay Elliott memorial  race in bray . Over the PA system the announcer is regaling the great history of the race and the fact that it is the most difficult one day race on the Irish calendar . He calls out the names of five or six of the main contenders and in turn they each wave to the small crowd , all except the young Kelly who just keeps his eyes focused upon his front wheel .

The race develops at a dramatic pace going over tough climbs like The old Wicklow gap and Glenmalure . Kelly makes the final selection and in a dramatic uphill sprint from a small group of six riders he wins comfortably . After the race National team director John Lackey (played by Mick Lally) approaches him and asks if he wants to go to the Tour of Britain on the Irish team . Kelly shrugs his shoulders and says ‘ sure I might as well , ’tis better than milking cows ‘.

The morning of the Sheffield stage of the Tour of Britain and team manager Jim McQuaid (played by Emmett Bergin ) tells his riders that he will give twenty pounds to whoever can win a stage . Kelly looks up slowly , a steely look in his eye .

The stage develops and a group of three get away with twenty miles to go and Kelly is one of the three . The others are the Polish national champion and the Olympic champion , Swede Bernt Johansson . Manager McQuaid pulls up alongside Kelly in the car and says ‘ sit there Sean and don’t do a tap , these are the big guns and use them as much as you can ‘ . Kelly nod’s his understanding . 

The sprint into Norfolk park in Sheffield is slightly uphill which suits Kelly perfectly and he darts past the other two in the final fifty metres to take one of the biggest victories for Irish cycling in a number of years .

After the stage a number of journalists have gathered around Kelly when a furious Johansson comes over and grabs Kelly by the jersey . He screams ‘ Yoouu shooood noot have sprinteed ‘

Kelly doesn’t flinch , looks the Swede directly in the eye and says ‘ Fuck off !’ The Swede senses Kellys lack of fear and lets go and walks away . Kelly turns back to answer more questions from the journalists as if nothing had happened .

That evening at the B&B McQuaid and Kelly are in a room recounting the days events when Kelly says ‘ Do you know what Jim , all the way up that finishing straight I was thinking about the twenty quid , there was no way those fuckers were going to stop me getting my hands on that ‘

This result moved Kelly up into third overall but on the final day he runs into mechanical problems , punctures and looses five minutes , thus dropping to twenty fifth overall . That evening cycling journalist Phil Liggett (played by himself) met Kelly and sympathised with what he feels will be a very disappointed young man . However Kelly says ‘ a stage win , third overall for a while , we made a few quid , I’m going home happy ‘

Here too , Kelly is approached by another English talent spotter with contacts in VC Metz in Belgium and asked if he wants to go over there for a few months . Kelly contemplates for a few moments and replies ‘ sure I might aswell’

The next few shots show Kelly winning a number of big amateur races throughout Belgium with the race organisers nodding their approval .

Then in a smoke filled bar in the Ardennes region a rotund French manager from Besancon called Jean DeGribaldy ( played by James Gandolfini ) sits down with a former team mate from his own racing days . The team mate says ‘ There is this Irishman called kelly who has the suppless , he is something special , he rides like a Belgian . Wind , rain ,cobbles  they mean nothing to him . He fears nobody . He says little but when he does speak it is well thought through . He would be a good rider for your team , no ?’

DeGibaldy sits back and takes a long puff of a gitane cigarette before saying ‘ my friend , you have never spoken so highly of an amateur in all our years of knowing each other . On your recommendation I will seek out this rare talent and give him a try , If he is as good as you say perhaps we will have a new Freddy Martaens on our hands ’

One week later , on a crisp December morning a private plane touches down in Dublin Airport . Three people disembark, DeGribaldy , Noel Converset (Johnny Depp)- an amateur who had raced with Kelly and was there to identify him , and Bernard Dagot(Martin Sheen) - who spoke fluent english and was also Air traffic controller at Dole Airport .

They leave the terminal and approach a taxi driver (played by Colin Farrell) and begin negotiating a price to Carrick on suir . The taxi driver is bargained down but agrees to the fare sensing a break from the normal humdrum into the city centre .

The car arrives into Carrick and stops in the main street to ask directions to the Kelly homestead . They see a man with a blackthorn stick smoking a pipe and pull over .

The local man (Pat Shortt) stops to consider before giving his directions and answers with a question ‘ is it the kellys a curraghduff , that ye’re looking for ?’

Dagot replies ‘ it is Sean kelly , dee cyclist that we require ‘

The local says ‘ sure I know who ye’re on about now . Tis the kellys a curraghduff . Go on up the street here and turn left at the top . Then straight on over the old bridge , straight on up the hill apast the church. Then straight on again be Jimmy Walls pub and follow the road where it curls around left . Keep on out that road ’til the comeraghs rear up in front of ye and turn left down a narrow boreen . An thats the kellys .’

The taxi eventually pulls up outside the house to be greeted by Jack Kelly who tells them that Sean is gone out to Mahon bridge to collect a tractor for Martin and sure if they head out that way they’ll meet him on the road .

The taxi departs with the driver remarking ‘ Jaysus , I’ll need an extra twenty quid for all of this stopping and going on these bumpy oul roads’

A few miles on the Dugarvan side of Carrick the taxi comes upon a Ford 4000 and stops up alongside . Converset , who has been brought along to identify Kelly says that this is not him . A glint in Kellys eye says that he recognises the Frenchman immediately . Dagot asks ‘ Are you Sean Kelly?’

Kelly replies ‘ I am’

Dagot proceeds to introduce DeGribaldy and explains the reasons for their trip .

The foursome along with the taxi driver who is now complaining that he will need extra payment for all of the extra cigarettes he has to smoke coz its’taking so long , head to Martin’s bungalow beside the home farm and discuss the matter .

They sit around the kitchen table and DeGribaldy says ‘ I will give you 40000 francs per year for the first year and see how you go from there ‘

Kelly replies after a few moments pondering ‘ I won’t give you an answer today . Thanks for your offer but if you leave me your number I’ll call you in seven days and we’ll see then’

De Gribaldy is stunned and says ‘ Most young amateurs would happily ride for free to be on my team but you want to think about it even though I am offering you a fair contract’

Kelly says ‘ Yes’

Degribaldy stands up and grabs a sheet of paper and takes a Mont Blanc pen from the inside pocket of his crombie overcoat . He writes down a twelve digit telephone number and hands it to Kelly before saying ‘ One week , my offer expires after one week , now we shall leave’

The three french men take their places along side the Dublin taxi driver who is trying to scrape some muck from the side of his shoes and the car pulls back out onto the road and heads off in the direction of Carrick bound for Dublin. In the back of the taxi DeGribaldy remarks to Dagot quietly ‘ That Kelly , he has something . Most amateurs would sign immediately , Conversant there in the front seat would ride for free . But Kelly he is aware that he is not ordinary and will not sell himself short . It took balls to defer my offer . Now I want to sign him even more ‘.

The taxi pulls up outside Dublin airport four hours later and DeGribaldy hands the driver the twenty pounds they had agreed upon earlier .

The driver looks hurt and says’ Aww Jaysus bud , sure amint I out there in the country all bleedin day , gettin muck all over me car . Surely youse could give me an extra tenner for me troubles ‘

DeGribaldy curtly says ‘No’ . and off they go .

The next few shots show excerpts from phone-calls where Kelly is asking Jim McQuaid , John Lackey and others what he should do . Then he is seen sitting at a table with Dan Grant and Tony Ryan .

Kelly says ‘ I have a choice . Work for Hallys builders in Clonmel laying blocks or give the bike a try and see what happens .’

Dan Says ‘ Go on Sean , you have to do it . There is a fortune to be made over there on the continent . You could be famous . The world is your oyster’

Tony says ‘ Well Sean , you have the talent to make a go of it . It won’t be easy but it is something that you should try to see just how far you can go . I think you should give it a try’

Seven days after the visit Kelly picks up the phone in Martin’s house and dials a twelve digit number . The voice on the other end says ‘ Bonjour’

Kelly says ‘ Sean Kelly here , I’m  looking for Mister DeGribaldy .’

The reply ‘ Wait please ‘

DeGribaldy comes on the line and asks ‘ So have you made your decision ?’

Kelly ‘ I will not be able to sign for what you are offering ,but if you were to make it 60000 francs I would ‘

DeGribaldy  ‘ How do I know that you’re worth that much . After all you are still only an amateur . You do not have the results to justify such a salary ‘

Kelly ‘ You flew to Ireland to see me. You know what I’m worth’

DeGribaldy ‘ Alright , I hope you are as tough on the bike as you are in negotiations ‘

Kelly ‘ Let me know the details and when you want me to come over to France ‘

DeGribaldy ‘ I’ll forward those on next week . Bonjour’

Kelly’ Goodbye’

And now Kelly is a Pro . The story still has a long way to run but I have bikes to build so we will have to continue on from here the next day .

Barry

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Yesterday afternoon whilst recovering from another fantastic spin off road we were having lunch  when a blast from the past appeared before us . Both Ray and myself had to do a double take when Shane O’Meara formerly of The Shannon Transport club in Limerick appeared before us . We had all raced together up through the underage and junior ranks but neither of us had seen Shane since then . It was good to catch up , and I began to wonder what happened to all of the different guys who we saw week in week out for a number of years until things other than cycling took over .

One of the most naturally gifted riders to ever sit on a bike in Ireland who never went pro was Robert Power form Dungarvan . When he was a first year junior I remember him winning the senior races in Limerick and Mitchelstown ahead of the likes of Bobby Power , Ray Keane and Ger Madden . The race in Mitchelstown was especially impressive as he passed through the start / finish line heading out on the final lap with a two minute lead over his pursuers and was smiling as he came thundering up towards the line . He went on to secure many international victories and represented Ireland at the Olympics in Barcelona in 1992 . Sadly this was to be the peak of his career and he turned to the more restfull pastime of fishing in his native Dungarvan and worked in a mens clothes shop . I bumped into him recently at the Sean Kelly Tour and he still had his trade mark easy smile . He is now an acomplished photographer and was the official photographer for the event . A genuinly nice guy he is back doing a few spins but with no intention to return to competition .

Declan Lonergan from Waterford won the Ras in 1994 and is one of the most prolific stage winners with seven under his belt . A blistering sprint made him an excellent crit rider and he went on to have a successfull career as a pro in America . He is now working for Oakley and is their International Watch brand manager .

We are often asked in the shop about The O’Gorman brothers from Clonmel . In 1988 Anthony was a triple National champion winning the road race along with the 25 and  50 mile time trial titles . This was also the year that he won the Shay Elliot Memorial and both himself and younger brother Dick went on to be members of the National team in the Nissan Classic . They both now run the family bakery and are both still on the bike . Anthony was out on the mountain yesterday and Dick is just back from Budapest where he ran a 2.56 Marathon , his third of the year .

 A number of years ago a newbie turned up for the Clonmel CC spins . He was a little older than most beginners of the time in his early thirties but was gritty nonetheless . His main difficulty was when it came to getting his shoes into the toe clip pedals , which were still in use at the time . To combat this he steered clear of the Duegi or Sidi shoes and preferred to wear his good black polished leather Sunday shoes . Thus earning the callsign ‘shoes’ .

One Sunday , at a race in Tipperary Town ‘Shoes’ was feeling a little aprehensive on the start line . Most riders had some difficulty clipping into the pedals but as it was his nemesis he wanted to ensure that it would not be the cause of him getting dropped in the first 100 metres . He positioned himself alongside a car at the start line and placed both feet into the pedals and pulled the straps tight . That was when he spotted the stick on the road in his path just as he would be taking off . Not being willing to leave anything to chance he unclipped from his pedals and walked forward to remove the stick and throw it into the ditch . However in a cruel twist of fate , just as he bent down to remove the stick the race organiser dropped the flag and the race began . Aside from trying to avoid being run over he had to mount his bike and in a panic pedalled off after the race on top of the pedals with the clips scraping off of the ground . Through sheer grit and determination he managed to get onto the tail of the bunch and even got his shoes into the clips . Then just as he began to settle into the race and catch his breath the bunch came upon a tractor and trailer . In an attempt to regain a few places in the bunch ‘Shoes’ decided not to follow the rest of the bunch around the outside of the machines but instead headed up the inside . The tractor driver , being aware of the race passing him had pulled in close to the ditch and unfortunatly for ‘Shoes’ there were gullys within . Before he knew it his front wheel shot down and he was jetisoned into the ditch . He emerged covered in blackberries and brambles and decided to call it a day . He still rode the bike for a number of years but his racing career was cut short . Now he is a busy Taxi driver in the town and the shoes have gone from black to brown .

Barry

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The racing season is over and the ‘good bikes ‘ have been washed and hung up for the winter . The quest for an adrenaline rush and some fitness still remains so where else would we look than the adrenaline junkies paradise of off road riding , or mountain biking as we like to call it .

Yesterday was my first day out with the group off road this year and if this was any indication it is going to out number the road group this winter . Seventeen bikes left Kilsheelan at 9.30ish and this looks set to reach at least 25 for next Sunday if everyone turns up .

As we headed up the back road towards Clonmel before turning into the wood at Tickincor I  was already begining to feel the effects of twelve weeks inactivity and a bad dose of lazyitis . Very soon after entering the wood we turned left onto some serious singletrack , all following Paul Barry who did an excellent job as scout for the day . Even though it was pretty steep almost all of the first section was rideable . That was little consolation  to my lungs which were about to explode .

We continued on almost all singletrack until we crossed the tarmac road and used a fire road to reach the top of Boola wood . This section was where I was reminded of why I decided to leave the Polar Heart rate monitor at home .  It would surely have exploded at this point as I was pushing myself to the limit to stay with the group .

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We crested the top and were soon back onto the singletrack , all following Paul and Hugh as they led the way . Each section lasted for 15 to 20 mins and we would all regroup at the end every time . During one of these regroupments Dick O’Gorman decided to give us all a fine display of his acrobatic skills as he tumbled down a steep decent . This too was where Ray Power got his first puncture of the day . The first of only two throughout the entire spin .

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This spin was also the first real test of my new mountain bike , a 2008 Giant Anthem 1 . I was very impressed with the bike . For a dual suspension bike it is pretty light at just 28 lbs . Being able to lock out both the front and rear shocks really made a difference when climbing . But when they were engaged for descending they worked flawlessly . The 2008 Shimano xt groupset worked really well and the xtr shadow rear mech stood up well to the test of a branch becoming entangled in it . The xt disc brakes also worked really well and seem to be a slight improvement on the previous model . The Michelin tyres were only suitable for dry weather though and I will change these for next week as they became clogged up pretty easily and turned themselves into slicks . Something like a pair of Specialized Chunder pros should sort this out . The gap between the rear wheel and the frame is also reasonably tight . This is an advantage when climbing or accelerating as the shorter wheelbase works well but it did become clogged with debris at one stage but again perhaps the tyres may sort this out . For €2799 it needed to be something special and overall I would give it 8 out of 10 , but the true indication is that I would not change it for any other bike .

Just over 3 hours after I had left home I stumbled in the door feeling completly drained and offering to feed the baby after I had my shower . This is a good way to get some serious couch time when kids are running around the house and other jobs need to be done . My method consists of liberal use of the bottle while she is in my arms whilst I have my feet up on the couch . Then when she falls asleep I say that I’m afraid of waking her thus gaining at least another hour of couch time . Then when she begins to wake up 30 mins of rocking and soothing should gain another 30 mins . This method should only be used occasionally as if it is over used it may become detected and this may lead to an end to  serious couch time for eighteen years or so .

Today I am a little stiff and sore but am really looking forward to next week already .

Barry

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The knock or the bonk or whatever you wish to call it is something almost every cyclist experiences at some stage or other . And whilst Knock may be a place of pilgrimage for many Irish people ‘the knock’ is another form of pennance altogether .

The most common location around us to view someone experiencing the knock is  ‘The pike’ outside Dungarvan in early January . This is when a little too much indulgence over Christmas and  too little winter training join together to wreak havoc on the body .

For those of us from Clonmel it begins when you meet the group coming up the road from Carrick around Newtownanner school on the main road . As you turn around and latch onto the rear of the group you immediatly feel that the pace is maybe two or three miles per hour quicker than you would like . But you tell yourself that as soon as you warm up that you’ll be fine  .

Then instead of taking it easy at the rear of the group and chatting to Willy or Cronin you spot Smiler and decide to move up along the line towards the front in order to slag him about his new pink leggings .

Before you know it you’re going through Kilmanihan second in line and just as the drag up Knocknamullaigh rears it’s ugly head in front of you the rider in front goes through and there you are stuck on the front with Eddie whose talking the head off you just as your legs begin to ache a little and all you want to do is concentrate on getting over the top of the drag . You try to engage in the chat because you don’t want him to realise that your under pressure . If he spots it he’ll half wheel you and then you’ll be under seroius pressure  . You stay in the saddle and clench the handlebars to avoid any rocking or bouncing so that no one will notice how much your suffering .

You make it to the top and roll through straight away , thankfull for the respite of the downhill . Thankfull that is until the voice behind shouts ‘ ride down the hill’ and you drop it down a sprocket or two and are once again under pressure . You make it as far as Mulcahy’s eggs and say to the rider next to you ‘ sure I’ll let you on through there’ . As if your doing him a big favour or something when all your really thinking is thank God I’m off the front .

Now comes the false sense of security when you tell yourself that second in line on the left of the group is the farthest from the next turn at the front you can be . That is until some big conversation is taking place back along the line and wheels are let go off and before you know it there are two riders on the front with a single file line of ten behind them before you have two more deep in conversation with the rest all behind them .

Nobody wants to move accross as most have just been on the front and want to avail of the respite so you go ‘ feck it anyway’ and move accross and back up the line . Before you know it there you are again , passing Melody’s pup on the way out of Ballymac and the rider in front goes through and there you are , stuck on the front again .

This time it’s Rory who your riding beside and even though he’s one of the soundest guys in the group , when you look down and see him in the 53 x 11 doing a power interval up the climb you wish you were at home eating a fry reading the newspaper like normal people do .

Now it’s all going through your mind , big ring or small ring , which sprocket should I be in . When your going well it doesn’t really matter as you just seem to cruise along . But when your under pressure it really does matter , a lot . Up past the grotto your out of the saddle and glancing across at the statue thinking how calm it looks whilst inside your legs are screaming . Back in the saddle and stay there until the bends . If you get through the first one still sitting you’ll make it around the next one . But if your out of the saddle early , chances are a bit of sliding back on the second will take place and everyone will be aware of how much pressure your under and you can’t have that so you dig in deeper .

Finally the top comes into view with the promise of the piss stop over the other side and a chance to recover . You pull over and dilly dally as much as you can letting much of the group move off ahead of you . Then when you think just enough have gone ahead it’s back on the bike and off again in with the intention of latching onto the back of the group with at least twenty ahead of you .

That is until Fitzy comes up your inside and he’s all chat about the two Great Danes and what they got up to . Your now clipping along again but your just thinking about suffering now but when your on the back of the group it will be happy days again . That is until you realise that your now closing very quickly on the group ahead with maybe eight or ten riders now tucked in behind yourself and Fitzy . Your travelling at 25 mph and the group ahead are only doing 15 mph . Then just as you approach the rear Fitzy says ‘ move out there Bar’ and before you know it ther eyou are back on the front all over again .

The thought that you’ve probably spent more time on the front of the group now than anyone else starts to consume your thoughts just as the pain begins to consume your legs . You pass by Bearys cross and tell yourself that you’ll turn with the O’Gs at the top of Colligan , but as you near Colligan you notice that they must have turned earlier and are faced with the choice of a lonley ride home on your own or having to go all the way around .

As you descend colligan you now know that the point of no return has been crosssed and on cue you get a cramp in your leg . It works it’s way out just as that empty feeling settles in your stomach and you curse Martin Early and his bright idea of 60 miles on a slice of toast , a cup of tea and one water bottle .

You now begin the climb up the pike with a magnificent sea view on your right , but it might aswell be a slurry tank for all you care at this stage . All you can do is focus on the cassette of the bike in front of you and dig in as if your life depended upon it . Your legs are on fire , your arms ache , your stomach is cramping from lack of food and your head feels dizzy . You look accross near the top to see Cronin’s head looking at you whilst his helmet points straight ahead and he says ‘ What don’t kill you’ll make you stronger ‘ and all you want to do is jump off the bike into the ditch and lie down .

But your a cyclist , this is what cyclist’s do , suffer  and so you keep going . You just keep digging in and digging in and even when you get tailed off up past the haysheds you still manage to somehow scrape back onto the back of the group . You now enter a different time zone where minutes or hours all feel the same . All that encompases your mind is the thought of home . The dinner , a shower , legs up in front of the telly . Every pedal revolution will bring you nearer .

The gallop into Carrick begins but you just let the wheels go . Part of you hopes that the lads going up the road will wait for you , part hopes that they don’t and you can set your own pace which will be at least 10 mph , or should I say at most 10 mph . But they do wait and your glad of the company and moreso the shelter as you cover those last arduous thirteen miles back up to Clonmel .

 You arrive in the door 4 Kilos lighter than when you left earlier that morning . You know that you should go for a shower but the stairs seems like everest and so you find yourself at the kitchen table asking for a cup of tea and whatever chocolate can be found . Your still a little dizzy and can’t quite recall much of the last twenty miles or so but what does it matter your home .

The funny thing is that maybe an hour or two later , after a shower and some dinner there seems to appear a slightly masochistic sense of satisfaction . The awareness that you put your body through turmoil but came out the other side in one piece gives it’s own sense of satisfaction .

Within another hour or two your already looking forward to next week and you can hear Lance speaking in the back of your mind ‘ pain is temporary , quitting lasts for ever ‘.

Barry

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