Eric McKinney

The Unspoken War on the Back Wheel Nature doesn't care about your ego, but the cycling community certainly does. A recent training crash involving Jonas Vingegaard has ignited a firestorm regarding the etiquette of "wheel-sucking"—the act of drafting closely behind a stranger to benefit from their slipstream. Vingegaard, a titan of the Tour de France, reportedly bloodied his face on a Spanish descent while attempting to shake off an amateur rider, Pedro Garcia Fernandez, who was allegedly tailgating him with a phone in hand. This isn't just a minor squabble; it's a fundamental clash between the public's right to the road and a professional athlete's need for a controlled environment. The mountains demand total focus. When you're pushing the redline on a technical descent, the last thing you need is the phantom presence of a stranger inches from your rear tire. For pros like Vingegaard, training is work. For the amateur, it’s a trophy—a story to tell on Strava. This friction highlights a growing tension in modern adventure sports: the commodification of proximity. Every amateur with an Instagram account wants to prove they can hold a pro's wheel, often forgetting that the professional's "easy day" is still a high-stakes operation. The Psychology of Personal Space in the Wild Is the road a shared sanctuary or a series of private bubbles moving at 40 kilometers per hour? In the wild, silence is usually a sign of respect, yet in cycling, the "wordless invasion" is becoming the norm. Sitting on a wheel without a greeting isn't just rude; it’s a safety violation. If you're running through a forest and someone tracks two feet behind you for twenty minutes without a word, you’d call the authorities. Put that same person on a bike, and suddenly it’s a "compliment." We need to strip away the excuses. Proximity without consent is intimidation. Whether it's a pro rider or a local enthusiast out for a solo soul-ride, the psychological impact of being followed is draining. It forces the lead rider to take responsibility for the safety of the drafter, signaling every pothole and change in tempo. When you latch onto a stranger, you are essentially demanding they become your guide without asking. If you want a pull, open your mouth and ask. Most of us are happy to share the wind, but we won't be bullied into it. Tech Surveillance and the Purge of the Virtual Leaderboard While we fight for space on the asphalt, the digital landscape of cycling is undergoing its own brutal reckoning. Strava recently deleted 2.3 million activities using a machine-learning model designed to sniff out "suspicious" data. This is a massive cleanup targeting the infestation of e-bike rides and vehicle-assisted efforts that have polluted historical leaderboards. For the purist, this is a victory. The sanctity of the King of the Mountains (KOM) title relies on the integrity of the data. However, the rise of the e-bike remains a looming storm. From New Jersey to New Hampshire, legislators are grappling with how to categorize these machines. Some suggest registration fees and licensing, which critics argue creates a barrier to entry for a sport that should be lowering hurdles. The reality is that we are seeing a divergence in the sport: the high-power throttle bikes are effectively mopeds, while pedal-assist bikes are the future of accessible adventure. We must define these boundaries clearly or risk losing access to the trails and roads we love. If we don't police ourselves, the state will do it for us, and they won't be nearly as surgical. Pushing the Limits: From Frozen Lakes to World Titles True endurance isn't just about watts; it's about the mental toughness to face the impossible. While most of us are debating fenders, Eric McKinney recently completed a traverse of all five of North America’s Great Lakes on a vintage Trek 930. The catch? The lakes were frozen. Riding in -26°C is a testament to the rugged spirit that defines outdoor sports. It reminds us that the gear is secondary to the grit. On the elite stage, Mathieu van der Poel has secured his eighth elite Cyclocross World Championships title. His performance was a masterclass in conservative aggression. He didn't win by being reckless; he won by being the most calculated animal in the mud. This is the pinnacle of nature connection—understanding exactly how much traction the earth will give you and taking every millimeter of it. Whether you're Van der Poel in the mud or McKinney on the ice, the objective remains the same: find the edge and live there. The Commercial Struggle for Survival Beneath the adrenaline and the glory lies a precarious financial reality. Currently, 15 out of 18 World Tour teams are hunting for new title sponsors. Teams like EF Education-EasyPost are aggressively seeking partners to fund ambitious goals, such as winning both the men's and women's Tour de France within the decade. The escalating costs of competitive cycling are creating a "pay-to-play" environment that threatens the long-term stability of the sport. We might be heading toward a necessary reset, perhaps a budget cap similar to Formula 1. When a team’s survival depends on landing a seven-figure sum every few years, the focus shifts from pure sport to corporate survival. For the fans, this means more logos and more commercial breaks, but for the athletes, it means an ever-tightening vice of pressure. The struggle in the mountains is beautiful; the struggle in the boardroom is anything but. Final Dispatch: Respect the Struggle The wilderness doesn't owe you a slipstream, and the road doesn't owe you a story. As we move into a new era of AI-integrated navigation and high-tech chain waxes, let’s not lose sight of the core of our sport: the individual against the elements. If you see a rider—pro or amateur—hammering out a solo session, give them their space. Let them have their thoughts. If you want to join the dance, ask for a partner. The mountains are big enough for all of us, provided we bring the right attitude to the trailhead.