µ The Rider ☆ Download by · Tim Krabbé
µ The Rider ☆ Download by · Tim Krabbé This story fact, fiction, or somewhere in between is told as the narrative of a race from start to finish, with lots of detail It s very interesting to learn about all the things that go on during the race, deals made between The Riders, what annoys, and what is common to cycling culture It includes a lot of cycling terminology, so it can be hard to read if you don t know cycling, and the author also uses a lot of European English words I was reading it without internet in Asia, and had than a few words to look up at night or ask my European traveling companions, who often knew the non cycling terms Great read for those who love cycling.
Just finished this book I started racing in the era described in the book Toe clips, no indexed shifting, no power bars or energy drinks Little sandwiches, pieces of fruit etc in your jersey pockets, and diluted de carbonated Coke in your water bottle Worrying about hitting your shift clean and sprinting in a 15 It certainly captured the feeling of racing very well in that era even if the translation was a little weird at times.
That said, I can t really visualize great champions like Roger De Vlaeminck, Sean Kelly, Eddy Merckx, Bernard Hinault, or Jacques Anquetil overthinking and waxing philosophical during or after a race That seems the realm of the educated, financially comfortable, and intellectual bike nut like myself Types that can become very good racing cyclists, but rarely dominate the sport like the real champions.
It was fun to read and brought If cyclists had a Bible Koran Gitathis would be THE book I find myself reading it at the start of every cycling season, and gifting it to other friends who I believe to be riders , not mere cyclists The writing is concise and beautiful, capturing the true essence of our sport Full of subtle put downs and wisps of thoughts that flit through one s mind as you re on the bike, from the very first sentence Perhaps my favorite, in describing one of his cycling rivals Pulling the pace line wasn t his favorite pastime, and he couldn t climbhis specialty was the sprint for sixth place in that he was truly invincible As others have noted, the story takes place over the course of one local club race, but Krabbe artfully weaves cycling history and stream of consciousness notes from the ride itself into the story For those who love the sp
I m not a road racer of a recreational, Gran Fondo rider who does Ironman distance triathlons But, you don t have to be a racer or even a cyclist to appreciate this book.
Former chess prodigy turned pro cyclist and eventually a successful writer succinctly combines all those talents in this book He s strategic in his musings, bringing up competitors histories and figuring out his split second alliances and next steps Anyone who s been in a competitive event chalk full of endorphins understands the narrow , hyper focused mind he refers to and how exhilariting the feeling of finishing can be thus how normal people s lives can feel empty Why wouldn t everyone want to feel this free and fulfilled No putting anyone down, just wondering why people don t partake in this free therapy of sorts.
Is written in a unique, stream of consciousness narrative not Faulkner esque
With The Rider, Tim Krabb Has Created A Book Unique In The Ranks Of Sporting Literature He Describes One Kilometre Race In Just Pages In The Course Of The Narrative, We Get To Know The Forceful, Bumbling Lebusque, The Aesthete Barthelemy, The Young Turk Reilhan, And The Mysterious Rider From Cycles Goff Krabb Battles With And Against Each Of Them In Turn, Failing On The Descents, Shining On The Climbs, Suffering On The False Flats The Outcome Of The Race Is, In Fact, Merely The Last Stanza Of An Exciting And Too Brief Paean To Stamina, Suffering, And The Redeeming Power Of Humour This Is Not A History Of Road Racing, A Hagiography Of The European Greats Or Even A Factual Account Of His Own Amateur Cycling Career Instead, Krabb Allows Us To Race With Him, Inside His Skull As It Were, During A Mythical Tour De Mont Aigoual