Now that it’s been a few weeks, and we’ve all had time to digest the cycling buffet that was a week-long celebration of road cycling at its highest level, Bloggy can safely post these photos from our Hawley World Championship Interloper, Cal (Last Name Withheld). Ordinarily, Cal works as a customer service goon, bleary-eyed, slobbering into a headset while he tries to hunt down a missing set of training wheels for a shop in Akron, Ohio. But the week of the championship, he morphed, nay, pupated into Hawley World Championship Interloper. His mission was simple: get VIP passes from a certain vendor and use said passes to walk around and bug the hell out of innocent bystanders. As usual, things did not go Cal’s way and he was left on the inside, looking even more inside, rather than being on the outside and drinking lime flavored Bud Lights with inebriated Dutch cycling hooligans. As usual Cal found himself caught within the cycling equivalent of a Richard Powers novel so he made the best of it, riding around ON the course (tsk tsk) and snapping some candid shots of his favorite riders as they chilled post-race, figuring out the fastest way to get out of Richmond, Virginia. OK, enough character assassination, lets see Cal’s photos from the World Championship!…
Dutch and Belgians working together, for once…
Rider’s drill it like nobody’s bid’ness
Our friends at Maxxis had a visible presence at the race. Can you find it?
I spy a mysterious arm tattoo!
After the race, a deflated Phillipe Gilbert rides to the “Drown Your Sorrows” German RV for an evening of David Lynch-styled debauchery and ether-binging.
Hot corn! It’s this year’s Paris Roubaix winner, John Debenkolb. He was giving some post race interview love to a couple of worthless cycling reporters (I mean seriously, is there any easier job? I’m surprised some of these visigoths in collared shirts can form complete sentences for their respected magazines/websites after reading several world championship wrap-ups. It’s like they were asked to write like a lobotomized Alain Robbe-Grillet, but waaaaaay more boring) when Cal decided to barge in and steal a “candid” snap of a rider who looks eerily similar to local rider Justin Bristol. GAH!!!!
“Please excuse me my friend, but I must go make number 2. Thank you.”
The always affable Andre Griepel and his cyborg bodyguard/handler. Check it out, Andre literally had his suitcase packed and is looking for the quickest way out of this Stygian nightmare.
Oh snap, a super-sexy Look hanging out after the race. Look at that handlebar tape wrap job, tsk tsk.
Sagan’s murder machine! FSA cranks! Umm, yeah! Get some!
A super-veiny arm displays Sagan’s motor-less murder machine in all its crazy-nuts-setback, world championship glory.
Good work Cal, you and your friends deserve a well-earned lap around the course! But we were confused, what do the thumbs up signify?
We hope you all have a frank and productive weekend. OK Patrick, play us the heck outta here!