I remember being the Head of the PMO for a sprawling multi-country multi-site organization, 1300 people and downsizing, and having to go into the Senior VP’s office (trembling knees) to let him know how many people we really needed to do all the projects based upon what the algorithm said or what the lack thereof didn’t say. (I’m so much better off nowadays.) I remember being a freshman at the University of Ghent, Belgium and being admonished by our professor in physics (I hold a Ph. D. in Chemistry and haven’t done anything with it for a long time) that the answer to the question at which height the parachutist (under this and that condition) jumped from the plane couldn’t be five meters.

In the many hours I spent reading up on cycling on the internet, Daniel Marszalek’s cycling algorithm is the only of its kind that I ever ran into, an attempt at a systematic quantification and ranking of all the riders involved, let’s say over the last 100 years, in professional road cycling. Alas, I have issues with its outcome, to cite just one example Laurent Jalabert being ahead of Lance Armstrong. So therefore and since I came down with a cold this week anyhow, I created my own version which I have rendered below.

As to the assumptions underlying the algorithm: there are many and some reflect my own interpretation of our beloved sport’s history; one example are the points to be won for the choice selection of one-day and stage races that have more or less been stable over the decades and which form the backbone of the algorithm. I’m giving 1 point to a classic, 1.5 to Paris-Tours (because of it almost being the 6th monument historically), and 2 to the monuments. I’m giving 3 points for a world championship; otherwise said, a world championship equals the Flèche Wallonne (FW) and Liège-Bastogne-Liège (LBL) combined. 4 points for a Vuelta (although Schwalbekönig would claim the Vuelta for a long time was a warm-up for the Tour only), 4.5 for a Giro, and 5 for a Tour, the crown jewel of (road) cycling as a sport. The following stage races each get 2 points: Paris-Nice (PN), Tirreno-Addriatico (TA), Vuelta Ciclista al Pais Vasco (VCaPV), Tour de Romandie (TdR), Critérium du Dauphiné (CdD), and the Tour de Suisse (TdS). The Volta Ciclista a Catalunya (VCaC) is getting 1.5 points only. So winning Paris-Nice weighs in as much as winning Liège-Bastogne-Liège, although in my dreams I’m always winning the latter one. Finally a stage in the Vuelta yields 0.4 points (or 3 Vuelta stages to a regular classic), a stage in the Giro 0.5 points (or 3 Giro stages to Paris-Tours), a stage in the Tour 0.6 points (or 3 Tour stages to a monument). So far the math.  

Other assumptions are: 1) This is a winner’s algorithm as I’m not assigning points to for instance second places (tough luck, Poulidor), unlike Marszalek. 2) I’m not assigning points to national championships as these races differ too much from one country to another. 3) I’m not assigning points to the other grand tour jerseys such as the polka dot and green jersey in the Tour. I believe them to be overrated and I’d personally much rather win a stage in the Tour (without jersey) than winning the green jersey without stage. 4) I’m not including the Olympic Games in the metric, for obvious reasons. 5) Team time trials in the grand tours are not included either. 6) The algorithm is focusing on road racing and not on time trialing. So the world time trial championships don’t get you any points, neither races like the Grand Prix des Nations. Time trials only weigh in as individual stages part of the many stage races included in the algorithm. 7) Lastly I have only included riders from let’s say the 40s onward, when it seems riders started racing a more international program. Coppi for instance won Paris-Roubaix and the Flèche Wallonne. Apologies therefore to Binda and Girardengo.

The results:

 

Ps. I must do some spot checks here and there to see whether all the data make sense. I welcome all of your comments as well and consider this to be a first version. I don’t think I missed any riders, at least not for the top-20.

I decided that, given its new status as a UCI World Tour race and also given that this race was first held in 1958 which means all men in the ranking below had the chance to ride it, the E3-prijs Vlaanderen has to be included in my metric for measuring prowess in professional road cycling’s one-day races or classics. The other update I of course made is adding two more classics to Boonen’s tally, which is getting more impressive with the day. He’s past Museeuw now, past Moser, past Argentin, past Hinault.

Remember: monuments yield 2.2 points, Paris-Tours 1.5 points, the other classics just 1 point, and this based upon historic significance.

I’m not adding the Classica San Sebastian as a classic (because it was ridden for the first time in 1981 only), the GP Ouest France Plouay (because for a long time it was ridden by Frenchmen only), or the Omloop het Nieuwsblad (given its current lesser status). Hamburg neither.

(For those who care, this is an algorithm I have been playing with for quite a while; click here and here for more context!)

2012/6

Patti Smith: Just Kids (288p.)

The first thing that needs to be said about Patti Smith’s Just Kids is that it is a proper memoir or autobiography (no ghostwriting), which in itself is enough to make Just Kids a stand-out in my burgeoning library of rock. I’m not too big a fan of her music (“Because the night belongs to lovers…”) but Patti Smith has a great pen – period.

In essence, Just Kids is about Patti Smith’s relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, a love relationship at first (they met as young and aspiring artists in New York City in the 60s), a lifelong friendship until the end (a true love always lingers), the end being Mapplethorpe’s untimely death from AIDS.

Another reason for cherishing Just Kids is that it reads as a veritable who’s who of New York’s music and art scene at the end of the 60s, the beginning of the 70s. It’s also a treasure trove of references to more books (Smith not only has the pen of a writer but the literary background too), movies, and rock albums.  

Just very good.

I rode another three hours along the banks of the mighty river Schelde yesterday. Policemen were fishing a dead body out of the water, and I got passed (I subsequently trailed him for quite a ways) by Dries Devenyns, on what must have been one of his first training rides after his crash and broken shoulder in Paris-Nice a few days back (in trying to bring Leipheimer back to the peloton). The guy is a brilliant rider, completely coming into his own this season, and made it into the decisive break at this year’s Omloop Het Nieuwsblad, together with Boonen, Vanmarcke, Flecha, and Hayman.

I struggled in the third hour, still not feeling recovered from the riding I did last weekend, specifically on Saturday when I scaled the Kluisberg, Knokteberg, Kruisberg/Hotond, Oude Kwaremont, Paterberg, Koppenberg, Steenbeekdries, Spichtenberg, Taaienberg, and Eikenberg, plus the cobblestone sections of the Mariaborrestraat, Donderij, and Etikhove dorp.

I really don’t like riding in the Flemish Ardennes (all this is road biking), what with the stones and hills that make you bleed, the twisting and turning, the third world country roads, the ever-pernicious wind and the ever-pernicious wind chill, the chain slapping on the chain stay, the feeling of forever being in the wrong gear. In my mind, the Ronde van Vlaanderen is the hardest classic.

2012/5

Leonard Barrett: The Rastafarians (306p.)

I do realize reading Leonard Barrett’s The Rastafarians is reading in the margin, but while it is fairly poorly written, the question why now a subset of the Black Jamaicans should adopt a religion with as central tenet the divinity of a former Ethiopian king (Haile Selassie) is an interesting one. As an anthropology of Rastafarianism, Barrett’s The Rastafarians is a good book, even including a tally of the different implements to smoke the green stuff with.

The Jamaican psyche, at least that of the impoverished Blacks (former slaves originating from Africa’s west coast), is one of fight or flight, fight against or flight from oppression, poverty, racism, and this is precisely where the millenarian and messianic overtones of Rastafarianism come from, a mythical cult which borrowed its symbols, rites, and teachings from various sources, one example being the Bible, the only book available to the Blacks. (Psalm 87, 3-4: ‘Glorious things are spoken of thee, O City of God. Selah. I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon to them that know me: behold Philistia, and Tyre, with Ethiopia; this man was born there.’) Other ingredients include the supposed superiority of the Black race, and this based upon the (original) high cultures of Egypt and Ethiopia (before the miscegenation of the Black race with the various Mediterranean races), and based also upon the gospel of Marcus Garvey, Jamaica’s own Martin Luther King. Finally, Haile Selassie’s (his other name was Tafari, ‘Ras’ meaning ‘Duke’ in the Amharic language) coronation crystallized all of these lingering shimmers of hope into a lasting religion. Bobby Nesta Marley did the rest.

I left home early this morning and rode a full 4 hours, on my own, 110 kilometers at an average speed of 27.7 kilometer/hour, crossing the mighty river Schelde, the E40 motorway, and the railroad connecting Ghent with Brussels in order to get at the heart of the Flemish Ardennes, where I scaled both the Volkegemberg and the Molenberg – the latter one is part of the much talked about new track for the 2012 Tour of Flanders. On my way back I briefly stopped at the monument in honor of Wouter Weylandt, Frederiek Nolf, and Dimitri De Fauw, all three Flemish professional road cyclists who died too young, in case of Wouter Weylandt even with a baby on the way. (Alizée Weylandt was born the day before Bodhi.)

2012/4

A. P. Tsjechow: Kinderverhalen (235p.)

Kinderverhalen is a collection of short stories by Tsjechow (Chekhov for the English-speaking), and I learn from the internet that this specific grouping of short stories is probably available only in Dutch, and unfortunately not in English (apologies). Kinderverhalen translates as ‘children’s stories’ – in each story, kids play a pivotal role. Some of the stories are just short, some good, none exceptional. Besides short stories, Chekhov mainly wrote plays.

A very thoughtful present by my cousin Piet, triggered by the birth of my son Bodhi.

2012/3

Paul Auster: Sunset Park (308p.)

I won’t be able to say much about Paul Auster’s Sunset Park (his last novel – published in 2010), as all along I either didn’t feel much at all, or if I did, what I felt was here we have a great writer on automatic pilot, writing from habit rather than raw talent, art becoming craft, the veneer of comfort, hear me silly blogger. I did like the backdrop of Sunset Park: the American financial crisis, the mass foreclosing of people’s homes, because of which four young people end up squatting a house in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, NY.

By Paul Auster I have previously read The New York Trilogy and Moon Palace. I really liked the latter one.

The Portes du Soleil region is 12 ski resorts (straddling the French-Swiss border) combined, 650 kilometers of pistes in total, with magnificent views on the Mont Blanc. Picture taken at the top of the La Rosta lift, Les Gets.

Hardie is reading:

Alice Leccese Powers: Spain in Mind

Doris Lessing: The Summer Before the Dark

Hardie on the road:

Kilometers season 2011-2012

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