From 1991 to 2004, immediately before the Criterium du Dauphiné, there was a one-day race, a kind of modern classic (think on that for a moment) held in Southeast France, otherwise known as the Alpes. It was meant to be a climber’s race, essentially, a single mountain stage as would be contained within the Tour de France, just with rest days both before and after the stage. In 1996, the year of this footage, Laurent “Jaja” Jalabert was still in his ascendancy, off of his rout at the Vuelta a Espana the previous summer. This was the first of his two wins—the only victor to stand atop the podium twice. And, yes, everyone was doped to the gills and back on EPO. At least now we know what we were dealing with then.

When playing drums in a rock and roll band didn't turn at to be as lucrative as he'd hoped, Padraig left his hometown of Memphis to pursue an MFA in poetry at UMASS Amherst. Writing about his other love, bicycles, seemed a natural progression; certainly it paid better than either poetry or rock music. His work has appeared everywhere from Bicycling Magazine to the LA Times. His feature, "My Day With Ilya," won a Lowell Thomas Award for travel writing. These days he lives in Sonoma County, California, where he attempts to inspire his two demitasse ninja with the wonder of bikes. Favorites: flavor: maple; wine: Boheme Pinot Noir; beer: Russian River Pliny the Elder; neurochemical: dopamine; poetry: Andrew Hudgins; fiction: Thomas Pynchon; music: David Sylvian; comedy: Firesign Theater; event: 8-Hours of Wente.
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