If no one has ever come up to you during a group ride to say “watch out for that guy. he’s a squirrel”, then YOU are the squirrel everyone’s watching out for.
One more thing… leave those fucking earphones in your pocket until you are riding back home on your own completely ready to get hit by a car and wondering why you didn’t hear it coming.
Samuel Sánchez moves with the confidence and physicality of an athlete at the extreme end of the performance bell curve we all inhabit. But there is also a hesitation to his step; he is a man who spends the vast majority of his time either sleeping or riding his bike. Hour after hour, day after day, year after year. His legs are pistons for spinning the cranks, not moving his feet; pedalling is his second nature, after all this time, not walking. There is also a slight roll to his walk, as if his torso, already slightly curved from being too long in the saddle, wants to pitch forward over an invisible set of handlebars in front of him.
But most strikingly, Samuel Sánchez has no shoulders.” —Samuel Sánchez has no shoulders – le grimpeur