|Back of Cavendish, Full-On Fabian 2010 TOC|
|Stay Thirsty My Friends|
Quite a few women read this blog. While some of you may want to have mad wild Belgian/Swiss RV sex with Tomeke or Fabian after the finish of this weekend’s E3 and Gent-Wevelgem, man crushes are nothing like that. Let it be clear, I do not want to boom with Boonen. I don’t want Cancellara to wear my ring on a chain around his neck. A man crush is nothing sexual or gay. A man crush is something of appreciation, like seeing the perfection in the Brawny paper towel guy’s beard, admiring the timelessness of Dos Equis’ Most Interesting Man in the World, or the suaveness of the Old Spice guy. Advertisers are well aware of this. Dos Equis, Brawny and Old Spice would be out of business if a video ever surfaced of Heidi Klum cleaning the bathroom counter with a Brawny paper towel, a Dos Equis beer in the other hand and a stick of Old Spice in view on the cabinet.
|Beautiful, yes. But, what The hell Am I looking at?|
The emotion behind a man crush is why grown men’s mouths gape and eyes rise in wonder at the cornerstone of the Empire State Building. It’s why men marvel at the bland smooth concrete massiveness of the Hoover Dam and insist on “popping the hood” and peering at the engine of a Ferrari. It has nothing to do with understanding the engineering principals behind these wonders. It’s simply the sight of pure blunt-force perfection. It’s man beauty.
|Stoic Boonen 2010 Tour of California|
I think that’s what I see in Boonen and Cancellara. I saw both of them in person, together at the start of the Big Bear state of the Tour of California. Boonen, minutes later would drop out of the race. Cancellara would be pack fodder. It didn’t matter. Like the great pyramids and Notre Dame Cathedral, their cache of wins and hard-guy moments earns them a timeless respect. Conversely Frank Schleck winning the Criterium International did nothing for me.