That is the word which comes to mind after reading this book. I never had much sympathy before reading this book for Hincapie, because of his, in my mind, ambiguos relationshiphandling with LA. But everybody who loves cycling and the crazy, dysfunctional, beautiful, heartbreaking and heartwrenching world of pro cycling, as I do, HAS to read this book. Because George Hincapie does too and it shines brightly through everything. I am really touched by the book. Cycling, a race, the peloton - for me is like life. That is why I am addicted to cycling, like I never would be of Formula 1 for example. Competing together, but ultimately winning and losing alone, the outcome of the race, a career depends on others as much as it depends on the rider and his/her commitment; every new day, race, the situation has to be reevalueted, friends today might be enemies tomorrow. All this can be said about everyday life, in school, a job, a marriage... No other sport mirrors humanity like cycling. In good as in bad times. And I am touched, that George Hincapie can still feel this and still has passion for the sport. And I love something well executed - just for the beauty of it. Chapeau. On many levels.
I enjoyed reading these inside views on past cycling history moments. I remember watching Paris-Roubaix and Tour de France stages of the 2002 to 2008 period and it excites me now to relive those moments from a rider's perspective who made a major impact on the race's developing.