Three cheers for the local boy
September 16, 2013 § 22 Comments
I was pedaling up Western Avenue with Rudy Napolitano on Saturday. I never pedal anywhere with Rudy except to the extent that he is a small speck receding, quickly, in the distance.
“What’s going on with you this weekend?”
“I’m leaving Sunday for Trento, Italy,” he said.
“Trento, Trento, Trento,” I thought to myself. The name rung a bell. “Vacation?” I asked. The road season had ended the week before at nationals in Bend, Oregon.
“No. Headed off to world’s with Mike Easter.”
“Worlds?” I asked. “World championships?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Like, rainbow jersey worlds?”
“Where if you win you’re, like, the champion of the whole world?”
He looked over and grinned. “That one. For masters racers.”
“What’s the course?”
“It’s the same one they’re using for the UCI pro worlds. We do one lap. 110 k or thereabouts, with a 20k climb at the end.”
“You’re fuggin’ kidding me, right?”
Again, the grin. “No. For real.”
“Is it like masters nationals? Any wanker with a license and an entry fee can enter?”
“Umm,” he said. “It’s a little different. You have to qualify.”
“They have a list of Grand Fondos that are qualifiers. They want to make sure you can handle Dolomite-type climbs. Grand Fondos are huge in Europe.”
“Dang. So which one did you qualify at?”
Again, the self-deprecating grin. “I didn’t, exactly.”
“So how did you qualify?”
“I got an invitation.”
The sound of my jaw hitting my top tube must have surprised him. “An invitation? Like the FB invitation I send out to my South Bay Year-End Drunkfest?”
“Yeah. Same deal.”
“Holy shit. What did it say?”
“Oh, you know, the usual. ‘We heard you were killing it every weekend on the Donut Ride and figured you could handle worlds.'” Now he was laughing. At me. A little bit. Maybe.
“So what’s the game plan?” I was already trying to figure out what my tattoo was going to say. “I rode the Donut with World Champion Rudy,” probably. The only question was whether I’d put it on my — or on my —.
“There’s a flat section where we might try to get away. It’s Europe, so the climbers are real climbers. Little dudes. 130 pounds, you know? They fly uphill. Maybe steal a march on the climbers and then have an advantage when we hit the climb.”
“And in between now and the race? What kind of training?”
“The hardest thing when you taper, you know, is not eating four bags of donuts and three pizzas every single day. Right?”
I didn’t say anything, having eaten four bags of donuts and two pizzas the day before despite not being on a taper. “Uh, right.” I thought about Mrs. WM’s daily freshly baked hot loaves of bread and the slabs of butter I slayed them with. “You gotta, uh, watch those calories.” My tummy jiggled a bit as we went over a bump.
“Yeah,” Rudy said. Then we hit Better Homes and he pedaled off, hopefully to a pizza-free taper, and even more hopefully, to a great race next weekend in Trento. When he wins, remember that it was me who gave him all that great advice about pizza and donuts. Right?
Thats just Awesome!
Just think of the new brags we’ll brag! “Yeah, I ride with the world champ on Saturdays. That’s my easy day.”
🙂 Fun read ~ thank you!
I gave him a water bottle at Everest Challenge one year, true story.
Yeah, but did he drink from it?
Pretty sure it went on his head…HOT last year at the EC.
Joe was giving out a lot of water bottles at the EC that year.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming…
Any more brushes with greatness and we’ll all be shooting sparks like a Van de Graaff generator.
Please don’t refer to this as a “brush with greatness.” It’s properly called “Us heroic and somewhat elderly experts mentoring national and world champions to achieve what they could never do without us.”
The acronym is UHASEEMNAWCTAWTCNDWU, for short.
Beware of those old euro dudes jacked up on EPO. Seriously. Good luck Rudy.
Horner won’t be in it. Don’t worry.
I dunno. Horner could ride Masters as well 🙂
Yes, but he’s too old for the 35-39 category.
Rulebook: 1H9(b) “UCI team members are not allowed in Masters Races.”
Rulebook 1H9(b)(1) “Beer.”
I know a guy who knows a guy who’s cousins sisters friend may be able to get her hands on a vintage Napolitano jock strap. It’s a little old but musk is still strong……you know….if you’d maybe be interested.
I got mine last week.
That’s sick and disgusting.
Dont worry, I have a coupon code.
Really proud of you Rudy!!! Good luck!!!
Good luck Rudy!