Team 7-Eleven - Book Review

Santa left a few books under the tree this year, including this one.  It has something to do with bikes.  How did he know?  Santa is watching, so you better be good.  For goodness sakes.

Full book title is Team 7-Eleven.  How An Unsung Band Of American Cyclists Took On The World - And Won.  That's a mouthful, or an eyeful, if you can read silently.  Book written by Geoff Drake with Jim Ochowicz.  Why am I telling you all this?  Just look at the cover, official shot of Andy Hampsten, minus head, for the added bonus.  Man, that 7-Eleven team kit looked cool, eh?  All aboard the steel Merckx.  Makes my old school heart all a flutter...

Enough nonsense, let's get down to some serious reading. Oh yeah, I already read it.  And I dug it.  I may be a bit biased however, since this stuff is from my era.  My serious interest in cycling really took off around 1984, so many of the events and characters from the book, I remember from magazine articles back in the day.  

Even so, I'm far from being the Team 7-Eleven expert by any means, so did pick up some knowledge and insight.  How the midwest speed skating and cycling scene was the birthplace of it all.  Jim Ochowicz built this team from the ground up, during a time when American pro cycling was basically non-existent, on a world level anyway.

Back then, I also didn't realize how Eric Heiden really helped launch the team, via his Olympic speed skating fame.  Not being one to milk the limelight, he humbly used his celebrity status to draw attention and money to the team - and cycling itself - something he believed in.  Without  Ochowicz and Heiden, Team 7-Eleven would have never existed.  And the entire landscape of US cycling may have developed differently.  Consider that Team 7-Eleven morphed into Team Motorola, then into US Postal, along with the Lance Armstrong era.  Team 7-Eleven put a US based pro team on the world map.  And that changed the face of pro cycling itself for the better.  Well, for US fans anyway.  True?

The book takes you on the ride, from the very beginning, with all the famous characters along the way:  Davis Phinney, Eric Heiden, Ron Kiefel, Jonathan BoyerChris Charmichael, Andy Hampsten, Bob Roll - the list goes on with heros from an earlier time in the sport.  At one point, Greg LeMond was signed to ride for 7-Eleven, but the deal fell through.  Damn, that would have been something to witness.  Reading about the big races of  that era, now gone, like the Coors Classic and Tour de Trump, reminded me of flipping through the pages of magazines during the '80s, when this was all new.  And of course, when Team 7-Eleven headed to Europe to contest the big ones - like the Giro and the Tour de France.  It was truly a fantastic era for cycling.  Wanna argue about that?

Also, the corporation of 7-Eleven are heros of this era.  At the time, business was booming and money was available to invest.  They elected to go with cycling, knowing nothing about the sport.  They sponsored various teams, build velodromes, and really helped cycling grow in the US. Without 7-Eleven putting up the dough, US cycling may have never taken off during that era.  It was a great chain of events and mix of business and cycling personalities.

Ultimately, what I took away from the book, is what made me a 7-Eleven fan to begin with.  This gang of folks took on European cycling in an American way, annoying the old school cycling system.  The riders worked as a true team, ate Mexican food, got a little crazy off the bike, blindly went into race situations, pulled off spectacular victories, and experienced embarrassing failures along the way.  They went from being the underdogs to a respected pro team in the European peloton.  They paved the way.  They were the prototype American pro cycling team. They made history while thrilling cycling fans.  A very cool story to be celebrated. 

Coltrane's 2nd Birthday and Party

Coltrane's 2nd birthday really creeped up on us.  Such is life when you have a birthday close to the Holidays, and especially when you are traveling over said time period.  I wasn't planning on having his party until the weekend of the 20th but when I checked the weather (when we were still at my parents in Naples on Jan 2) and saw that it was going to be 70 on his actual birthday weekend, the weekend of the 7th and I knew we had to throw it then.  I hadn't even started to plan at all, just knew it would be "train" themed.  So in 3 days, here's what I was able to throw together!  I wasn't able to take that many pictures because my lens went all wacky on me and then broke :(  But I was still able to catch some :)

Coltrane went to school on his actual birthday and his class now goes to Chapel, so they sang Happy Birthday to him and Kingston was able to hang out with him during :)  I didn't go because I knew it would too hard on him for me to leave him again (he has major separation anxiety) and this is his lunchbox for the day :)

We went to California Pizza Kitchen for his actual birthday dinner.

His cold/sour face




Sweet boy

Note to self:  Must Not Sing When Recording






His birthday party was behind the Train Station at Brackenridge Park.  






Ok, now let me preface this by saying that I can not bake.  I think it all stems from just not having a sweet tooth (that is unless I'm pregnant).  I would rather slice painstakingly thin slivers of garlic than put icing on a cake pop.  Let alone, draw a 2 on each of them.  That is what this is supposed be.  I'm not Betty Crocker, more like Bad Mood Betty after baking. (sigh) Sorry Coltrane, next year we'll buy you a lifesize Diego birthday cake to make up for it ;)

Coltrane copies EVERYTHING that Kingston does.  If Kingston hops on one leg, Coltrane does too.  If Kingston picks his nose and rubs his boogers on the couch, Coltrane does too.  Point in case--he's trying to stand the way Kingston is below.





 This is when I realized something was wrong with my lens :(





At least Sean liked the cake pops :)



I started to not feel well after the party, out of shear exhaustion, dehydration and frustration over those silly cake pops ;) And was unable to head out to dinner with the boys.  Which was nice in a way for the 3 generations of Kennan Boys to head out for a guys night at Stonewerks :)