On March 2nd, 1962 Wilt Chamberlain set the single-game scoring record in the NBA by scoring 100 points for the Philadelphia Warriors in a 169–147 win over the New York Knicks at the Hershey Sports Arena in Hershey, Pennsylvania.
It is widely considered to be one of the greatest records in basketball, not to mention in all of sports.
It is also worthy I feel to mention for no reason whatsoever, that ól Wilt also claimed to have slept with over 23,000 women in his lifetime, which would certainly be worthy of some sort of record or renown accomplishment of some sort, but I digress …
Chamberlain also set five other league records that game including most free throws made, a notable achievement, as he was genuinely regarded as a poor free throw shooter. ut on this particular night, Wilt was in the zone and drained 30 of the 32 times he was sent to the foul line.
Pretty impressive, huh?
But here’s the thing. Given his notoriety of being a poor free throw shooter, Chamberlain decides to switch his foul line strategy to making his free throws underhand, or a “granny shot” as they are often referred to, which ended up giving him a bit of an advantage.
I know, bear with me here.
Believe it or not, there is a shit ton of science behind the logistics that will make the claim that free throwing underhand is a much more accurate and therefore statistically advantageous way to throw from the foul line, as opposed to the classic overhand approach which is almost always observed by players.
But, for whatever reason, despite all the successes that it brought him that night, Chamberlain decides shortly afterwards to revert back to free throwing overhand simply because he felt “like a sissy”.
Get that.
After arguably the greatest performance of his career, he instead reverts back to doing things differently because that’s what people expected him to do. In other words, he potentially forgoes even further successes and laurels in the future simply because it went against the grain of what was commonly regarded as the norm by society (ie. everyone else), regardless of the science and logistics behind it.
Essentially, he sacrificed his success for what others believed.
This is also known as the “Threshold Model of Collective Behavior”, or some fancy shit like that.
That’s fucked up, amiright?
Now take Rick Barry, named one of the 50 Greatest Players in history by the NBA in 1996, the only player to lead the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), ABA, and NBA in scoring for an individual season. At the time of his retirement in 1980 his .900 free throw percentage ranked first in NBA history … all done utilizing the unorthodox but effective underhand free throw shooting technique.
Yup!
But have you ever heard of Rick Barry before?
I didn’t think so.
And that’s okay, because Rick Barry doesn’t give two shits if you know who he is or not and he never did.
So what does any of this have to do with triathlon or, anything really?
Well, the truth of the matter is that I’ve had just had a similar breakthrough as far as it goes with my cycling as of late.
You might remember a little something called the “Barrie Project” right? Well, four years later and this classic steel bike is no longer just for simply joyriding around town with Hailey (aka Fabia Von Hall unt Hauser), or on year end Daddy-Daughter rides (click HERE), no sir! I mean, I still do these things, of course, but it has become more regular that I pull this specific bike out of the shed for organized group rides, plus my own solo evening efforts. And where I would have typically put on ridiculous mileage on my other two bikes Daisy and Lucille (click HERE) by this time any other year, this year the total kilometers on those bikes pale in comparison to what I’ve already put on my steel bike.
Of the 1,440km I’ve managed to ride so far this year (pittance that it is), 85% have been on my classic steel.
So why is this so significant you ask and what the hell does this have to do with Wilt Chamberlain?
Well, hold onto your sprockets bucko – I’m getting there!
Like most people new to the sport I suspect, I used to be that guy who would show up and instantly be roundhouse kicked in the face with bike envy the moment I stepped into transition. Everyone’s bike looked far more expensive and, therefore, far better than the used and entry level bikes that I rode because, really, that’s what was in my budget at the time.
Likewise, everyone else around me was upgrading their road-riding and racing rocketships on the regular believing (I presume) that newer, fancier equipment was their best route to further successes. I even bought on myself and would lust after newer models in bike shops and I have romanticized on more than one occasion of replacing my beloved Daisy but, as fate would have it, I would only needed to look at my checking account to know that it was never going to be in the cards.
And I’m not complaining either, both Daisy and Lucille have served me extremely well and I have no such plans to ever part with or stop riding them. However, my viewpoint now on what other riders seem to feel about newer, sleeker equipment being the better ride, well …
… let’s just say I’m calling “bullshit”.
Seeing as how I’m not training for anything in particular this year, instead, engaging in something I’m calling the “Great Fattening” of 2019, I’ve been doing a lot more “easy” rides where I haven’t been so concerned with either distance or speed and, as such, have chosen to ride my dad’s old classic steel more regularly than not simply because it’s fun.
Yup!
It’s fun.
But here’s the thing, despite riding an older, heavy steel framed bike, my times or distances haven’t suffered any.
(Well, as a result of my riding choice that is)
In fact, I’m riding pretty damn well.
The real proof in the pudding came a few weeks back where I opted to ride my classic steel on one of my Thursday more “Drop Rides” in lieu of my regular choice – my road bike Daisy – when it ended up having a flat tire at the last second. I thought for sure I was doomed.
I mean, c’mon!
Downshifters and a heavy steel frame on a fast, hard group ride?
That’s KAR-azy!
Even some of the initial looks from the other riders suggested that I might be in trouble. Surely, in comparison to the fancier, more expensive modern bikes the other riders were riding it might seem that I had arrived at the starting line of the Kentucky Derby riding an ostrich.
But here’s the thing, not only did I NOT get dropped by the group but I ended up at the front doing a good portion of the work, setting the pace, and even kicking off the lead out for the final sprint at the end.
In other words, everything I do on a ride normally!
Really, this should come as to no surprise as these bikes have completed the Tour De France, scaling mountains, and hammering out insanely fast individual time trials, why would this bike be any different now?
And, in fact, it’s not.
It’s just that I never realized it could or, rather, *I* could.
In that manner, it’s like learning to drive Standard automobiles, as opposed to Automatic. Sure, it maybe new and a bit nerve-wracking at first, but with time and experience most drivers tend to be swayed over to the Standard format, usually because it more emulates the sense of “driving” and I am finding that older bikes are similar in that respect ; they just “ride” better.
I have no scientific studies to back up this claim, so you’ll just have to believe me in this regard*.
Perhaps it was just confidence in getting used to riding with downshifters, and different sizes rings and cogs and other mechanical hocus-pocus, or maybe it was just my own case of Threshold Model of Collective Behavior, believing that I was only ever going to be the better rider by riding expensive new bikes.
But no more!
Wilt Chamberlain, I am not!
As it is now, I’m looking backwards as opposed to forwards in regards to cycling and technology and with more time in the saddle; so too comes confidence and skill to use it.
So much so (I am hoping anyway), that it is now an intention of mine to do something epic on my steel bike. Maybe just little more epic than my Daddy-Daughter rides that is. Perhaps a Sprint or Olympic distance triathlon next season; take it “old school” as it were and really test my meddle against these seemingly fancier and definitely more expensive bikes.
I would love to be the fat old guy riding an authentic 35-year-old Bianchi Triathlon road bike.
So, yeah, bring on the carbon-fibre rocketships – let’s do this!
I also have it in mind to do a complete self-supported Century ride (160km) on it as well, perhaps in the Fall after I’ve completed “Fabia’s Big Ride 2019”.
Whatever it is going to be, I’m certainly not looking at it with any anxiety or trepidation. As I currently see it, it seems to be the perfect way to challenge myself in a very unique way. After all, how many people can say they ride hard on a steel bike these days … much less compete?
I want to be that guy.
And I don’t care anymore who knows it!
*You’ll only need to saddle up and hop on my back wheel if you ever really want to know for sure.