Aside from 2 World Championschriefen, a Giro of the Italians GC Numeri Un 1990, and San Vito lo Capo Maglia Bagnato Chest Hair King 1988-1994, Gianni Bugno was always riding in shadows. He had his time. He reigned. He still has an incredibly dense hairline, which is much more a chrono-longo palmare than a colour maillot. But as a cyclist after le Francs, he was always up against the meat grinder. Indurain. Like the smaller of Jupiter’s two moons, therearound went Bugno, on a different orbit, on a sweet Bianchi. Aux pair, they were, Bugno and Indurain. Moon Landers. Men. Mons en Mons. I digresse! He was my favorite en bike dude back in the day, likely because I had a Bianchi bicycle just like him. I had, I think, a “Corsa” or something. It was fine. Fin. Ovale chainrings, and celeste to death, I rode the tyres off of it. When I got my per primo set of sew up tyres in a prime sprint critere race – don’t tell the commissaire the boy was a whole start group behind – I hacksawed the beads off of the clinche rims to make smoothe for the sewwies, and I did so by the light of my father’s green lampre in his wood paneled study because we had no heat in the garage.
Bugno was a man of similar innovation, but probably poor as a kid. His style on the bike was top. While the pelotonne looked suffer, like catholic babies thirsty, Gianni managed to look cool and greasy on his bike. Not like “oh-my-god-watcha-my-face-how-i-cry-on-my-insides,” but just bloody cool. Like 35.56 centis of saddle-to-stem Drop. If I could still put down the watts like Bugnyes, which is to say in the way an elephant puts down the shit, I would be squeezing le guidon like the naughty chat, but the Gian? He holds there so delicately, like the sigarette after love. and when he wrapped up his career en bike, he really relève de la garde. Most men of the pelotonne break ranks to retire after long 5-year careers of almost winning and becaume professional authour/tattle tales/training soigneurs. Bugno? WHAT LE MERDE? He turns into a helicoptre chopper piloti for the cash, and hates le dope in publique.
Style, power, stem drop, now gauges, gavels, and chopper blades. Superissimo.