I witnessed the conclusion to stage one of the inaugural Tour de Georgia yesterday in Macon. The TdG is a six day stage race that started with a prologue in Savannah, and then began a five day tour around the state. I was able to come up with an excuse to be in Macon just in time for the finish. It would be my first opportunity to see a professional cycling race.
I stood along the barricade as the announcer told the crowd that the peloton was approaching. We could see the racers as they wound their way into the park (Central City Park for anyone out there familiar with Macon). The final approach was slightly downhill, which would make the finish that much faster.
Let me say that I have never seen anything remotely similar to the sprint finish of that first stage. I knew it would be fast, but I didn’t know it would be THAT fast. I have come to the realization that the peloton is not an organization, but an organism – a living, breathing being that, under optimal conditions, controls the race. This can be readily observed on OLN as the helicopters show from above the ebb and flow of the main pack, and can also be seen from the motorcycles as the peloton absorbs the breakaways. What cannot be seen, however, is the sudden burst that announces a sprint finish.
I was about 200 meters from the finish, camera in hand. I didn’t know whether to try to take a photo or just watch. So I did both. I took a photo as the racers came around the last curve, and then watched from there. I was totally unprepared for what transpired over those last 200 meters. Out of seemingly nowhere, the peloton just exploded as the sprinters broke for the finish line. I imagined it like a volcanic eruption – it was brewing, simmering, and you knew it was going to go, but you just weren’t quite ready when it finally erupted.
I have been involved in triathlon for three seasons, counting the one upon us. I have seen some fast riders, and I have even witnessed the ITU boys (and girls) in their packs jockeying for position in draft legal events. But never have I seen anyone ride a bike like those guys did yesterday. It has given me a new appreciation for anything involving a bicycle.
The TdG is a cool race. The Posties, the Navigators, Rabobank, Saturn, 7-Up, Jelly Belly, and several other top teams are here in our state. It was cool. I was standing around taking photos after the race, and I saw a guy in an American flag jersey – the U.S. champion, Chann McCrae. It warmed the triathlon fires in my heart to see an Ironman among the roadies.
Don’t know what this has to do with anything, except that it was way cool. Way, way cool.
RP