Emiliano and I are frequently asked, “What is Manual for Speed?” Usually it’s somebody’s 86-year old aunt or a taxi cab driver or a Customs Agent and so who cares?, so we just say it’s a blog on which we do blogging because we’re bloggers. If pressed and in an indulgent mood we might say something like, it’s about bikes, you know, the Tour de France…Lance Armstrong…then maybe we make fists with our hands and pump our arms in a pedaling motion. If none of those work, well too bad that’s on them, we already went above and beyond. And rarely do any of those people want any additional information because 75% of the time they think we told them we’re racing (not photographing) the TDF in our man-sized bodies and so they wish us luck and that’s the end of that. At any rate those situations are simple, straight-forward and easily handled. But what about a good friend’s wife or a father-in-law or somebody we care about, like our wives and children, best friends, potential investors, prospective advertisers, existing clients, professional human cycling athletes, etc., what about all those people, what do we tell them, like seriously, WTF is Manual For Speed? And guys, real-talk, whenever Emilano and I are photoshooting a race together and sharing a room night after night in some strange city in a foreign unseemly hot country, somewhere in like, Europe, when it’s 3:30AM and Today’s Race Report has been filed with the home office (sup Kevin Edward Brown!!!!) and the lights are off and it’s quiet and dark except for the strangled gargle of a clapped-out air conditioning unit and the Times Square Effect of 23 different devices trying to charge at once, we talk about this very issue because in any given moment on any given day, we have no idea what Manual for Speed is.
Listen, we’ve thought about it some more and that’s simply not true. We know what Manual for Speed is about, and it’s about the vibe, man. It’s about the whole deal, the whole spectacle. In fact, if we could do it again we’d call this project Spectacle Of Speed.
In support of, and in homage to, the sentiment that Spectacle is our premise, here is a catalog, a typology if you will, of The Best Shit we witnessed in 2014. Thank you! Oh, and guys, if you’re still reading this, please go out tomorrow or sometime in the next week or so and buy a Castelli thing. If you’re in the Northern Hemisphere it’s easy, buy some gloves or something because A) they will give you An Unfair Advantage, and, B) Castelli makes all this CGAB (cycling glory and bounty) possible!!!!