IS FORTUNE A SPINNING WHEEL? How do they say? "Fortune is a spinning wheel", well that might be true but I'd also say that "fortune is blind" even if rotten luck's sight is perfect, especially when it comes to the wheels of my ...
IS FORTUNE A SPINNING WHEEL?
How do they say? "Fortune is a spinning wheel", well that might be true but I'd also say that "fortune is blind" even if rotten luck's sight is perfect, especially when it comes to the wheels of my handbike!
Let's start from the beginning.
I run today the Florence Marathon. Really a very nice city. I have already been there, I thought I had seen it and instead I hadn't seen anything of it!
Back to sport, the race announced to be extremely competitive. At the start, several athletes among which Castelli, Cecchetto, Cratassa, Podestà (mind you, alphabetic order, not merit's), and so on.
Well my name was there too and I wouldn't be sincere if I told you I did not go to Florence to win and put a remedy on New York's disappointment. The very nice Saturday made us hope in an error in weather forecasts which probably happened but only because rain arrived earlier than expected...
Wet start then, very wet indeed and before the start the first twist: everyone was lined up but my friend and strong opponent Vittorio Podestà was not there. Later on I understood that he punctured the front wheel during warming up!
Anyway, we start and after a quiet start for everyone, I understood that despite the wet, the tarmac had more grip than what I expected; at the second km I decide to attack, without exaggerating I definitely increase the rhythm. For a whisker I also thought I was alone but soon afterwards I feel the hit you get when someone is getting at your wheel and touches your un-intrusion bar.
I thought a group of three-four athletes were following me, I turn back and I see only Cecchetto.
The race becomes a private thing between the two of us, it is cold and my glasses have condensation therefore I cannot see anything on my Garmin sat nav, but who cares I thought, I just need to know where to go and who I run with.
Paolo Cecchetto proved to be in really good shape at every exchange he sprinted a bit to make me struggle to get his slipstream and on up-hills, his theoretical Achille's heel, he defends himself greatly.
Kms went by labouring in truth. We also went wide in a corner, soaked and tired we did not see street signals. I went back on track very quickly, it took a bit more time to him, I sportively waited for him,and we were back running. We were close to the end and in my head I was thinking on how to push during the sprint. It was clear to both of us that in the last few meters we would have played for the victory and I thought that at the end of the day that situation would have suited best myself than my strong opponent... And instead...
No way, blo**y hell! One of the steel pins that hold wheels broke suddenly and while I was scraping against the asphalt I saw the wheel (the right one, the same one of New York) overtaking me and I realized my race was finished there.
Compliments to Paolo, obviously, it would not have been easy to beat him but I would have liked having a go at it. That evil pin had never given me problems and I would have never thought it could have broken due to its diameter.
What should I say, for the coming year I will strengthen this and other elements and even if I will have to race on a tank I do not want to lose races in this absurd ways!
With this bad luck I archive my sportive season that was useful to understand several things, technical ones about my bike and others on the way I train.
We will see, for the time being I will get consolation from the success of the programme I am presenting "E SE DOMANI" ("What if tomorrow"), even the most severe experts have been flattering and in this sense all of them sang from the same hymn sheet.
Your letters filled me with proud too. See you next Saturday.
RAI 3 21.30, for the last thrilling episode,
-source: Alex Zanardi