"just because you can attack ...
doesn't mean you have to"
Yeah, those words took a while to settle into the brainbasket. Learning how to read bike races is sort of like learning how to have sex ~ at first, you have no idea what's going on and think the best thing you can do is pound away and sweat a lot.
Then, after a few years of flailing about ~ you slow down and start paying attention to the subtleties and nuances that make the endeavor so gratifying for everyone involved. Eventually, you come to a point where you honestly can't remember ever not knowing how to do it.
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When a bunch of teams get all hornet-y and swarm over the front of a race ... that just sends my stinger straight-like in anticipation. There is little more satisfying in cycling than a bunch of yahoos throwin' down wild in a race. And when there is method to the madness? ... well, that just shoots me over the moon.
Tactics ~ those are the undercurrents of cycling that hold invisible control over the perceived mayhem of the surface. It is the afficianodos and generalisimos who draw so much enjoyment from the sport and stick with it the longest. They love to move the chess pieces, call deep on the horns of battle, rally forth in protection, attack, and plunder.
All the evil joys of war ... with no bloodshed.
Get on your bike and save the world.