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Curious George

A whole day and more after Stage 14 of the Tour de France, I am still thinking about George Hincapie, who came within five seconds of wearing the yellow jersey. I keep hearing the disappointment and anger in his voice as he wondered why his “friends” on Garmin and Astana would reel him in. It was his life’s dream to wear the yellow jersey, and he had ridden his guts out to achieve it. I am astonished that Hincapie would suppose, even for a second, that there was such a thing as honor among teams of professional cyclists. Having ridden professionally since he was nineteen, he must surely know that it’s about advertising, money, and doing what you’re told.

But, oh god, what a boy’s heart. For imagining that, because he was a loyal and trusted teammate for most of his adult life, his friends on other teams would allow him a day of recognition and glory, who can forget George Hincapie, the kid from Queens, who loved, and still loves cycling so much that he believed that just for one moment, he could stop the world.

2 comments

1 Angela { 07.20.09 at 10:32 am }

Nicki Soerensen could – so why not George?

2 Steven Alm { 07.20.09 at 10:50 am }

I do agree.