David Millar of Britain collapses after crossing the finish line to win the 140-mile 12th stage in Annonay on July 13, 2012. (Peter Dejong/Associated Press) #
David Millar-iin Racing Through the Dark-iig ene jiliin eheer unshsan. Hedii mundag nom bish bolovch mergejliin duguich boldog zamnaliig ih todoor haruulsan baisan. Mun sonirhvol Millar-iin FT-d ugsun yariltslagiig unshaaray.
Hervee Tour de France-iin talaar sonirhoj ehelj baigaa bol "Chasing Legends"-iig zaaval uzeerey. Tegeed bolj ugvul Phil Liggett-iin commentary-tay buh video-g :)
Ene bas cycling-iig social context-d ni avch uzsen Philip Gourevitch-iin suuld unshsan neleed sonirholtoy niitlel:
Cycling is an excruciating sport—a rider’s power is only as great as his capacity to endure pain—and it is often remarked that the best cyclists experience their physical agonies as a relief from private torments. The bike gives suffering a purpose. Jock, who was one of America’s foremost cycling champions in the nineteen-eighties, told me that he got into racing to get out of the house after his parents divorced. “I relate to pain,” he said. Gasore’s home-town teammate, Sibo, told me much the same thing. When he bought his first bike (like Gasore, with earnings from growing potatoes), Sibo had gone joyriding. With the bike, he felt rich and tried to act accordingly, like a man of leisure and ease: “Every time I’d come to a beautiful place, I’d pedal around, checking it out.” Then he took up racing, and he found the hardship addictive. “The bike is good. I forgot all the pain I had before I joined the team,” Sibo told me. “Cycling is like a fatal drug. When you get into it, you don’t want to do anything else. You don’t look to one side or another.”Addendum: Mongolia Bike Challenge - it's on my bucket list :)