You want me on that wall, you NEED me on that wall.......
I realize most people consider the bicycle to be a child's toy. A teenager's mode of transport, or a delivery guy's company car. It's something most of us outgrow when we get our driver's license, except for the occasional trek down a woodsy path in some park.
And I also realize the Tour De France would be less than a blip on most people's radar screens if not for the dominance of Lance Armstrong. But, since he has won six Tours in a row, and as of this writing he is once again poised to dominate, America is once again finding the Outdoor Life Network on their remotes and tuning in to the world's most revered cycling race.
It's a story that seems almost too unrealistic. Too contrived and too perfect. But it's none of those. Armstrong is a cancer survivor who has risen to the peaks of his profession while beating everyone to the peaks of the Alps in southern France. Armstrong understands the nuances of professional cycling like Star Jones understands the Denny's all-you-can-eat buffet. He can sense when his rivals are spent, and knows exactly when to attack. He's also seen the end of his marriage and shacked up with an extremely liberal Joan Baez wanna-be, but nobody's perfect.
People across the demographic divide find themselves wondering how Lance did today, and flipping around the dial to see if another day's racing is still going on. It might even get them off the couch and outside for a few minutes, if not to emulate Armstrong, then at least to honor his efforts.
When he retires after this year's Tour, most of our attention and interest in the event will go with him. So, for the next couple of weeks, and for one last time, give a call to Lance Armstrong, all he's been through and all he's accomplished. It's an American success story. People never forget how to appreciate hard work. It's almost like riding a bike.Each week, Uncle Buster takes a break from riding his Big Wheel just long enough to write Sportztyme!