Motorized Doping. How far does the metaphor go?

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Motorized Doping. How far does the metaphor go?

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It’s a strange term, motorized doping.

First it was just a clever twist on your standard pharma doping but nobody other than conspiracy theorists and chat board rumor-hounds paid much attention. It was cycling comedy, a kind of dark humor that only a sport with a dark past could appreciate.

Now, it’s actual fact. The UCI has caught a rider using a Wilier Triestina race bike with a motor at the World Cycl0-cross Championships. Femke Van den Driessche — and Team Kleur op Maat — have now made doping history. Chapeau with syringe and electric wires sticking out of it.

In any case, now we have to ask ourselves how far the motorized doping metaphor will go.

Will there be coded messages on rider cell phones explaining how to use the illegal motor?

Will there be an excuse from a rider who is caught that he only used the motor once? That all his other performances were legitimate, that he was “off the motor” then?

Will there be UCI mechanical vampires who show up on a rider’s doorstep at 5am on Sunday demanding to examine his race bike?

Will there be a Bike Whereabouts Program and will riders have to let the UCI know at all times where their bikes are?

Who is the mechanical engineer version of Dope Doctor to the Stars, Michele Ferrari?

Will there be police raids at team hotels, searching the rooms for batteries and spare wires and spare motor parts?

Will mechanical doping has masking agents that are applied to the bike frame to prevent x-ray or heat-sensing equipment from detecting the motor?

Will the classic “I had good legs today” become “I had a fast motor today?”

Things could get pretty exciting on the motorized doping front.






2019-02-03T15:45:28+00:00February 1st, 2016|Uncategorized|


  1. The SuperStorm February 2, 2016 at 3:39 pm - Reply

    Well, well, well.
    So, Old Greggy Lesofa was right.
    He’s having an “I told you people so” moment.
    I think I’m going to traipse down to Mellow Johnny’s and get a pair of them there motors. One for the seat tube and one for the down tube.
    Then I could blow away pro’s up the mountains with my old Paramount.
    Oh snap! They won’t fit in my ‘conventional’ steel tubed frame. Dammit!!
    Oh well, I’ll just have to keep pedaling the old fashioned way. Power from the thunder thighs!!

    Sounds like the Van den Driessche tribe is a real bunch of ‘quality’ people.
    Bro’s a doper serving a suspension and him and daddy’o are in hot water for stealing some rare birdies from their cages.

    Femke could be seeing the inside of a cell too if Wilier-Tristina has their way with her.
    Oh the horror of it all…
    …another day in our hectic sport.

    • walshworld February 2, 2016 at 4:01 pm - Reply

      Super, this is epic. This is the most entertaining story since the early days of Floyd versus Lance or maybe Pat Mcquaid with both feet in mouth. You can’t script stuff more hilarious than this. Wait, Maybe I should …. Matt

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