since it's Phreaky Phriday, i thought i'd relate the following anecdote:
i volunteered as a course marshal at a time trial a few weeks ago. there were some competitors in clubs' kits, but many of them were wearing sleeveless, nameless jerseys and shorts. clearly, the latter were triathletes.
the triathletes were, without exception, the nicest competitors. most thanked the course marshalls, some even called out their number to make our job easier. this is a stark contrast to many of the roadies, who generally didn't say a word to us, or at most cursed us for not clearly enough marking the turnaround.
the triathletes were grateful, pleasant, and pretty damn fast. my one critique is that they need to learn how to corner (it's inside pedal UP!), but overall, it was an overwhelmingly positive experience to be course marshalling for the tri-geeks that day.
http://www.theninjadon.blogspot.com
"The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves." -- Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
i volunteered as a course marshal at a time trial a few weeks ago. there were some competitors in clubs' kits, but many of them were wearing sleeveless, nameless jerseys and shorts. clearly, the latter were triathletes.
the triathletes were, without exception, the nicest competitors. most thanked the course marshalls, some even called out their number to make our job easier. this is a stark contrast to many of the roadies, who generally didn't say a word to us, or at most cursed us for not clearly enough marking the turnaround.
the triathletes were grateful, pleasant, and pretty damn fast. my one critique is that they need to learn how to corner (it's inside pedal UP!), but overall, it was an overwhelmingly positive experience to be course marshalling for the tri-geeks that day.
http://www.theninjadon.blogspot.com
"The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves." -- Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises