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Cycling's Sages: Age and Guile Beat Youth, Innocence, and a Bad Haircut*

Le Lanterne RougeContributor INovember 26, 2016

Armstrong, Hincapie, Leipheimer, Voigt, McEwen.

Just a few of cycling’s elder statesmen that are still mixing it up and dishing it out in what is supposed to be the twilight of their careers.

Cycling, like any sport, is one in which a pro’s successes and ability to remain competitive are largely a function of how old (or young) they are.

Well, all of the aforementioned cyclists are 35 or older, still racing, and still winning.

Armstrong, until his recent collarbone fracture, was an instrumental lieutenant in Levi Leipheimer’s Tour of California victory. Oh, and let’s not forget about his plans to make a run at the Giro as well as the Tour this year; despite his accident, he still may.

George Hincapie claims to be as strong as ever, and has his sights on the spring classics, most notably the Tour of Flanders and Paris-Roubaix.

Jens Voigt just cleaned up at the Criterium International, and Robbie McEwen is still one of the top sprinters.

Until recently, you could even include the likes of Zabel, Cippolini, and the ever-present Ekimov as contenders.

So what gives? What’s with these comparative codgers still enjoying the top ranks of the sport?

These wise sages—the "Yodas" of pro cycling, if you will—have done enough Tours of duty to know that the sport is as much about mental savvy as athletic prowess.

What subtle indications betray a particular rider’s fitness (or lack thereof)? What moves to chase? Whose wheel to follow? When to time your attack?

At this level (and frankly, at their age), the ability to perform is as much about energy conservation as it is about energy reserves or strength. Their skill has to do with the knowledge of how to preserve what precious little there is in the tank and exactly when to floor it and cross the line on fumes.

Also, having another ten years of training and racing at the sport’s top level over the ranks of young bucks hasn’t hurt, especially when that time has been spent under the care of a battery of directeurs, doctors, coaches, nutritionists, midwives, rhinoplasty surgeons, and astrological advisors.

Are these "masters-level" cyclists the only ones winning? Hardly. There is strong pressure from the undergrad ranks to make sure that any potential fish head is mercilessly jettisoned from the peloton before it even has the chance to stink.

Any bearded, bespectacled, trudging post-doc, though admired for their accomplishments—some of which pre-date the birth dates of the rising class—come race day are scrutinized for any weakness, then ground up and spit out like chaff at the first sign of cracking.

But the names I've mentioned are giving off no indications of foul odor, nor would they appear to anytime soon. But are they exceptions to the norm?

Perhaps. They didn’t get to where they are without being meticulous perfectionists, mastering both the nuances of live-fire races and rigorous training regimens. They have much to teach, and those their junior have much to learn regarding their formulas for success.

Much has already been written regarding Armstrong’s return to the sport and what it portends. Some liken the current Astana lineup to a tinderbox destined to spontaneously combust.

Surely so many superstars on one team can only spell disaster. Witness the late T-Mobile team of 2005, which boasted the trifecta of Tour podium contenders Ullrich, Vinokourov, and Klöden. The infighting destroyed the hopes for any of them. With so many individual agendas, the result was foretold and obvious to everyone, save for the team management and sponsors.

With Astana, I am not so naïve to not realize that this year’s Tour is shaping up to be a dramatic soap opera.

Will Armstrong make good on his overtures to work for Contador, or will the whole story unravel like the infamous Hinault-Le Mond duel of 1986? Will it be a battle of teammates in jersey only, complete with faux smiles and stilted, uncomfortable congratulations?

If Contador has any sense, he’ll look at Armstrong’s presence not as a potential threat to his general classification chances, but as an opportunity to learn from (arguably) the sport’s greatest. Even if Armstrong "pulls an Hinault" and goes for personal glory, my advice to Contador borders on Zen.

Study. Learn. Practice. Master. Wear clean underwear. Respect your elders.

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