https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2...-cycling-world
New Yorkerin artikkeli jenkkien gravel-skenestä ja miten Colin Stricklandin muovaamana se loi ympäristön Moriah Wilsonin murhalle. Muutama valittu lainaus:
Lainaus:
Tolley has sometimes disparaged gravel racing; he defined it to me as “a marketing circle jerk” and questioned how Unbound’s entry fee—two hundred and seventy dollars, for the main race—sat with the sport’s vague talk of inclusivity.
Lainaus:
This was a sports oddity. It was as if a top player of Frisbee golf could, with a little public-relations polish, become as big a deal as Tiger Woods. Strickland seems to have understood the chance before him with a clarity that could sound cynical; his quiet cockiness, as he jumped from one new cycling niche to another, seemed to spring from a sense of how adept he was at playing the part of a sports star. A few years ago, speaking to a fellow-cyclist on a podcast, he said, “Let’s not forget, guys—this is all show business and marketing.”
Lainaus:
Speaking earlier this year, Strickland said, “There’s a sweet spot. I hit the discipline when it’s, like, winnable, and just peaking, right? Work smart and not hard. Like, shit, I hit Red Hook, and then it got really hard to win. And I couldn’t win it anymore. So I went over to gravel.”
Lainaus:
Gravel racing seems almost designed to create cults of personality