Men often stumble when talking about women’s cycling. There’s nothing novel about demanding women provide a better ‘spectacle’. Nor is it new to infer their tactics are lacking. It’s not just our ‘Tan Man’ making points like these, it’s ‘The Man’ – the cycling establishment – that holds women to a double standard.
Anthony identifies as an advocate and supporter of women’s cycling and I don’t doubt that he is. What I challenge is the approach he took to support and advocacy on this occasion. Rather than request impetuosity from top women riders I would make an entirely different request, also employing an obscure word. I’d prefer to see less mansplaining in the coverage of cycling."
“Stay with me and I’ll show you some lines.” Helen, in her 6th/cool-down lap and I, in my 4th lap, had a private ride of the course. What I lack in cyclocross skills, I make up for in my ability to recognize a rare opportunity and just how incredibly lucky I am. I rode behind her the entire lap thinking, “Are you kidding me?! I’m riding with Helen Wyman. I am SO freakin’ lucky!”
In that one lap, she encouraged me and she pushed me. What was impossible and terrifying for me during the 3 previous laps somehow became possible. When I finished my race, I was overwhelmed by my appreciation for everyone who had cheered for me, my family, my friends, new friends, racers, and strangers – each word had mattered, immensely. I was in awe of Helen’s generosity. I loved that I had the privilege of racing on the same course with amazingly talented women including the current 2X European CX Champion. It wasn’t until I got home that I read how she signed my 9 year old son’s postcard.
I was DFL last night. And I may have fallen in love with cyclocross."
So cool! I wish I lived in the Netherlands!
The Night I Became National Pursuit Champion I Forgot My Headphones
… so I had to ride home in silence. Apart from that I couldn’t do that. So I rode home singing all my favourite songs to myself. Apart from that I couldn’t do that either (I thought I knew the words to at least half of Eminem’s MMLP2 album, turns out I’ve been tricking myself rapping along).
So I rode home in the dark singing hymns, including hand actions where appropriate.
I’ve ridden past crazy people like me in the past. Sometimes they make me happy, sometimes they make me scared. Now I realise the person themselves doesn’t give a shit, all they care about is whether your anchor holds in the storms of life? When the clouds unfold their winds of strife? When the strong tides lift and the cables strain, will your anchor drift or firm remain?"