Well, it's the end of an error, as Russian businessman and international racist Oleg Tinkov announced his exeunt from cycling:
Which he did with his usual tact:
“But if nobody else cares about the future of the sport, then why should I care? F*ck all of them! That’s my personal reason why I want to leave professional cycling. From January 2017, I’m gone. I’m out of cycling. I’ll jump on my jet, fly home and focus on my business interests and enjoying my life. Everyone who is left in cycling will be the ones who will be in the shit. They will have to try to survive year by year, trying to convince sponsors to back a sport that isn’t sustainable.”
You have to give it to him, that's a pretty awesome farewell, and I'm looking forward to the announcement that he and Donald Trump will be forming a new cycling league in 2017:
Tinkov also offered a succinct analysis of the UCI:
Tinkov also pointed the finger at the UCI for failing to change the structure of professional cycling, dismissing their recently announced plans to give three-year licences to teams from 2017.
“The UCI are stupid guys,” he said dismissively.
Anyway, he does have some good points, but there's no way cycling will ever abandon its current sponsorship model. If they did then how would these teams change names and sponsors after every doping scandal? It's the only reason people are able to forget that Tinkov's team is basically this one:
Meanwhile, here in New York City, Vision Zero is working great--just as long as you're the mayor and you have your own personal security detail:
The detail, who had been sitting in the black SUV they use to drive the mayor around, quickly discovered the man had no registration on the truck and wasn’t licensed to be behind the wheel of such a large vehicle, sources said.
So like every other truck driver in New York City, basically.
Franky Matarrese was hit with 13 violations — including driving the wrong way on a two-way street, running a red light, and being unqualified to operate a vehicle for driving with an out-of-class license.
He was also hit with failure to yield to a pedestrian — presumably the mayor who was in the crosswalk when the man ran the red light.
As for the driver, he defended himself thusly:
“I didn't do anything bad,” the man said.
And inasmuch as everything he did is typical of a New York City driver, I'm quite sure he actually believes that.
He also added further analysis:
“It's f-----g stupid,” he said.
He added, "The mayor is an a-----e."
Wow. He must work for Tinkov Trucking Systems.
But while the rest of us New Yorkers may not be basking in sweet, sweet Vision Zero justice, we are at least enjoying unseasonable warmth, and I took advantage by setting out astride my Brooks Cambium C13:
My first couple of outings on it were relatively short and involved frequent stops for position tweaking and adjustment. (I also tweaked and adjusted the saddle, ba-dum-dum.) This time though I started out with the saddle exactly where I wanted it, and after five-ish hours of riding I found it quite comfortable and had no complaints. It is smaller and firmer than the C17 that has been my default choice for bikes with bendy bars, but not uncomfortably so, and it's well suited to a race bike (or in my case an I-used-to-race-years-ago-but-still-have-Fredly-tendencies bike).
So there you go.
Lastly, Denise Mueller wants to be the World's Fastest Frederica:
I'm on the edge of my seat...where I'm about to take a nap on the fold-out tray in front of me.