Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangster* (UPDATED)
Monday, October 10, 2011
Neil, Dan and Al | Photo :: Casey Kelbaugh
A 2011 RHC Milano Challenger Lineup Rundown
By LODOVICO PIGNATTI-MORANO
Last year Italians turned up at the first ever Red Hook Crit Milan as if they were going to the cinema to see an Italo-American ganster film - they giggled at the back of the start line and chattered away easily amongst themselves. At some point, as Dave Trimble explained the rules to the racers, Crihs, the current Monster Track champion and a man known to not mince words, turned around and roared at these giggly Italians, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" At this point the Italians realised, perhaps too late in the case of many, that this wasn’t a gangster film but the real thing, their knees began to shake - they were a generation brought up without a notion of competition, slackers living off of the accumulated capital of miserly savings-orientated generations; they’d never known hunger and its accompanying adrenaline – not until that moment. Red Hook Milan introduced them first-hand, and for the first time, to a vicious urban mentality.
This year the faces of Italian competitors returning for a second attempt at the race (we’re almost drawn to call them, very seriously, veterans) are gaunt, aged – their eyes seem to flicker more quickly, in fragments of hesitation, they seem wary, they giggle less. A dangerously competitive atmosphere awaits the participants, an electric air of fear and hunger.
JT | Photo :: Johnny HsuJohn Taki: The perennial podium contender. A great provoker off the bike but too often can be witnessed at races screaming and shouting like a gorilla thumping his chest (making a hollow sound) as he asks for collaboration within the group after he misses decisive splits – as was the case in Brooklyn earlier this year.
JT was recently spotted (even though he was wearing all black and trying to ride exclusively in the shadows of the mountains) conducting an intense week of training in the hills of Bergamo with last year’s winner, Jon Ander. Maybe he learnt something about taking his chances, maybe they made a pact, maybe he paid him off (he’s not beyond trying). Only the race will tell.
Still probably the most elegant pedaller at the race.
Red Hook Crit,
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