Though I’m not a racer, I’m a randonneur (ultra-long-distance cyclist) and novelist, and I can’t see a way this book could be improved.
And though I haven’t made a point of exhaustive reading about cycling, what I’ve read generally seems to have been written by riders with a good command of language. THE RIDER is in a different category. Its first-person voice is that of a top-shelf novelist in complete command of his art, exploiting a deep and complete knowledge of his subject that can only come from experience and a true love of the race, not from even the most rigorous research.
I can’t think of a book in that genre that more deserves to be a classic. THE RIDER is intelligent, sharp, tough, and visceral. Get it.
(Yeah, I know this is a really short post. I was busy in 2010.)