Photographic evidence of the existence of the Tour of Britain's stage three
Published by Halverde on 9/01/2006 at 23:39.
Media accreditation has done terrible things to us. Our fears of becoming integrated into the fairly standardised (and very cliquey) world of cycling journalism proved to be entirely justified, as we too began to be not actually all that good at following a race. Our plans for the day went from "go to the start and the last climb" to "just go to the last climb" to "if we can average 100mph on the M1 we might just make it to the finish line in time." Sheffield turned out to be fairly good for ligging in anyway, even if the course was on a busy shopping district that was still operating. Our two least favourite social groups are elderly women carrying Spar bags full of groceries and goths who stand outside HMV comparing one another's hair, so there was a moment of resentment before we forgot our prejudices and got down to doing the "cycling journalist" thing (which is to say, taking ironic photos and looking smug because we had a bit of laminated cardboard).
Umbrellas obscure views. WEAR A HAT.
Some youngsters had reasoned that since they were already soaked through, they couldn't actually be any wetter no matter what they did. They put their theory to the test with some success, although we were still a little hesitant to join them.
Tom crashed. He wasn't happy :(
We think we're supposed to use our media accreditation for things other than stalking Tom Boonen, but it's not really working out that way.
He's bleeding :((((
We were stood shoulder to shoulder with Cycling News's photographer for the whole press conference, but look at that contrast between the two photos. That guy must have mad Photoshop skills or something, because Filippo didn't smile once.
Spirits were very high in the press conference, as you can see. You'd hardly be able to tell that they'd just spent all day racing over hills in torrential rain.
Oh shit, he's spotted us. Escape. We're pretty sure we heard him say "Wasn't that the raggy haired, moustachioed gent who writes for that rubbish sarcastic website?" as we left.
He looks slightly less awkard in real life than he does in those low resolution videos on Cycling.tv. The camera operator isn't even looking what he's filming.
We also found:
A bar full of the crew from the Belgian teams, just near the team vehicles. We didn't dare go in, because we reckon Johan Museeauw would be a really mean drunk.
TOMORROW:
We'll wank a load of pictures out from today's stage (Wolverhampton-Birmingham) to finally get all this picture gallery rubbish out of our system. Writing about things is more fun than trying to think of funny captions for boring photographs.
Umbrellas obscure views. WEAR A HAT.
Some youngsters had reasoned that since they were already soaked through, they couldn't actually be any wetter no matter what they did. They put their theory to the test with some success, although we were still a little hesitant to join them.
Tom crashed. He wasn't happy :(
We think we're supposed to use our media accreditation for things other than stalking Tom Boonen, but it's not really working out that way.
He's bleeding :((((
We were stood shoulder to shoulder with Cycling News's photographer for the whole press conference, but look at that contrast between the two photos. That guy must have mad Photoshop skills or something, because Filippo didn't smile once.
Spirits were very high in the press conference, as you can see. You'd hardly be able to tell that they'd just spent all day racing over hills in torrential rain.
Oh shit, he's spotted us. Escape. We're pretty sure we heard him say "Wasn't that the raggy haired, moustachioed gent who writes for that rubbish sarcastic website?" as we left.
He looks slightly less awkard in real life than he does in those low resolution videos on Cycling.tv. The camera operator isn't even looking what he's filming.
We also found:
A bar full of the crew from the Belgian teams, just near the team vehicles. We didn't dare go in, because we reckon Johan Museeauw would be a really mean drunk.
TOMORROW:
We'll wank a load of pictures out from today's stage (Wolverhampton-Birmingham) to finally get all this picture gallery rubbish out of our system. Writing about things is more fun than trying to think of funny captions for boring photographs.
