Cafe Bookshelf: MAJOR [Major Taylor, U.S. track racing history]
Not entirely unlike grade school, I am writing this report before finishing the book. But the time seems right. We're pumped about track racing, race is the 800 lb gorilla in the news, scandal in cycling is alive and well now (as in the 1890s) and riders who ride and live clean are being celebrated again (finally).
This is a darn fine book about Major Taylor AND about track racing (U.S. and international) in the 1890's and 1900's. An era of six day races where the riders did their best to ride for 6 days straight, until succumbing to hallucinations or falling unconscious from the bike. An era with over 300 US bike manufacturers. An era that saw both quint-bike pacers and newfangled steam motor-bike pacers. An era where fatal crashes on the track were becoming ever-more common, especially in motor-paced races for speed records. An era when track cycling was THE major US sport.
Even with the full context in place, it's hard to explain or believe how fantastically good Taylor was.
So, buy the book.
It does Taylor's exploits justice. (Ladies, while there are not very many pictures, it also does justice to the man himself. The most famous picture is only average hot, but Major Taylor? Seriously stunning. From a French newspaper of the time: "it is difficult to imagine a human being endowed with a more perfect balance of strength, flexibility and elegance.") It puts the racial climate into context, in Australia and Europe, as well as the US.
This book also contains the single most graphic description of...let's call it "preparing to ride while injured"...that I would ever care to read. (Yes, I peeked at the ending).
Buy it. Buy it. Buy it.
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Does it have the story about Desgrange paying him with a wheelbarrow full of coins after one race in Paris?
pounding along in three ratios like a sonata
like a Ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step
Botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission
tires bleeding voiding zeep the highway
I read Major over the winter
and have been blown away by the experience. First, this guy was badass ! He beat the best riders of his day, over an over again. In an era when blacks we’re suffering through the height of American apartheid, he battled on, refused to move to Europe where life would have been easier and remained a tremendous symbol of overcoming adversity.
Often excluded from participating in World Championships, by racist who’s shenanigans make today’s conflicts pale in comparison, Major would just wait until that race was over and then challenge the winner to a two up race against him. More often than not he won.
Reaching back to the very the beginnings of modern cycling, when raw speed was the only goal and cycles were the fastest things on the planet, Major paints an amazing portrait of the first modern cycling super star.
"I won! I won! I don't have to go to school anymore." -- Eddy Merckx, after winning his first bike race
I can't wait to buy this book
Imagine the US being the hub of the most popular sport on the planet, and the the world champion of that sport…..all while denying him the most basic human rights. All the makings of a gut wrenching story.
"I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum."
And when he went to Australia
for his crowning race, it was 1 year after they instituted the “whites first” immigration policy. Not to mention the ongoing treatment of the aborigines. Part of what I like about the book is the international bits are but into context quite well, also.
one of the libraries i work at
actually owns this book. i just put it out on one of my displays
Today, I raced à la Chavanel, and I succeeded.
I'd never heard of him
until I fell in behind a Major Taylor Club ride in NYC (in ’00 or ’01) and was wondering who/what the hell Major Taylor was. A lot more info avail now than there was then.
Yeah
A sad commentary on how America discarded one of her best.
I had the benefit of location. I grew up riding in Springfield, MA. Not far from Taylor’s adopted home of Worcester. But, even then you really didn’t hear much about him. Just recently Worcester honored him with a statue.
I too was unaware of him
Until I happened upon the Major Taylor Trail on the south side of Chicago during one of my early morning “see how lost i can get in the city” rides. Thank you for the review. I’m going to order the book today!
The "Scorchers" bike...
My man GR (Gravel Road) sent me a link to the Rough Rider’s site. Really Good stuff, the tag line says it all… “Any bike Anywhere”. Looks like a lot of road bikes on dirt roads, (mmmm, love me some dirt roads).
Anywho, while perusing the site I came across this great post on the MAN himself, Major. Here is a linky to a good little post on the man and his steed.
"I won! I won! I don't have to go to school anymore." -- Eddy Merckx, after winning his first bike race
nice site--that deserves its own post. How about it?
Of course, this comes from someone who never remembers to change out of the “nice” T-shirt or “nice” pants for yardwork or construction, so “take any bike anywhere” comes naturally [wink]. You are hereby absolved for any implications of double-posting, BTW, as the link may be the same, but the intent will be different.
this is quite a story...
and it’s interesting to note that doping was alive and well even in Taylor’s day. i was idly reviewing this topic and pulled the following off Wikipedia:
1896
Marshall Taylor of the USA was the American champion. He refused to continue a New York race, saying: “I cannot go on with safety, for there is a man chasing me around the ring with a knife in his hand.”4 Nitroglycerine was used to stimulate the heart after cardiac attacks and was credited with improving riders’ breathing, but they suffered hallucinations from the exhaustion and the drugs.5
My grandmother and mother used it, and used to give it to us kids to "deal with altitude sickness."
This stuff. 
Tastes just like a starburst fruit chew. Eat three of them, and you can ski in sub-zero weather without a parka or sweater. At which point the glycoramin will be taken away and locked up.
It does not cause hallucinations, so far as I know. going most of 6 days without sleep is quite adequate for that.
Hmmm... they are launching it again, with teens and twenties as the target.
Story here. Mother would not approve. But I guess it’s not really nitroglycerin, but nikethamide. So much for received parental wisdom.
From Foul Play (Drug Abuse in Sports):
"The riders’ black coffee was ‘boosted’ with extra caffeine and peppermint, and as the race progressed the mixture was spiked with increasing doses of cocaine and strychnine. Brandy was also frequently added to cups of tea. Following the sprint sequences of the race, nitroglycerine capsules were often given to the cyclists to ease breathing difficulties. The individual 6-day races were eventually replaced by two-man races, but the doping continued unabated. Since drugs such as heroin or cocaine were widely taken in these tournaments without supervision, it was perhaps likely that fatalities would occur."
That’s about the track at the end of the c19th / early c20th, before Teddy Roosevelt sissified the sport by restricting riders to no more than 12-hours a day on the track.
pounding along in three ratios like a sonata
like a Ritter with pommelled scrotum atra cura on the step
Botticelli from the fork down pestling the transmission
tires bleeding voiding zeep the highway
We forget that all of that stuff was legal. Heroin was going to be a safe medical replacement for opium, for example.
And because we repeatedly forget, we get to deal with Oxycontin now.

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