Friday, February 13, 2009
My own personal Zabel
I'm absolutely ashamed to admit I've never seen "Hell on Wheels," the documentary about Team Telekom's 2003 Tour de France...until now. Highly recommended for several reasons. First, it's mostly in German, which is a language that clearly lends itself to suffering. Second (and I'm going out on a limb here), there is no Liggett / Sherwin commentary whatsoever. I love them both like English fathers, but watching the tour without them is sobering to say the least. Third, the massage scenes are both gratuitous and thought-provoking. Whether Zabel is speaking of his 'bromance' with Rolf Aldag or crying about Ale-Jet's recent victory, his wisdom shines through like Kloden's farmers tan.
Without doubt, today's ride must be dedicated to Zabel-esque sprinting. The schedule must be cleared, all climbing must be heavily frowned upon, and elbows must be placed firmly outside of the vehicle. Only one question remains: what to sprint for? In the great state of Massachusetts, there are so many town lines suitable for such an endeavor. But Zabel would demand something special. Perhaps this would provide that extra motivation: