http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/10/sports/olympics/at-bmx-races-little-camaraderie-but-plenty-of-crashes.html?hp
LONDON Given the carnage on display Thursday, it is safe to assume that whoever designed the BMX racetrack really dislikes BMX racers. Or has no regard for their safety. Or kind of enjoys watching them crash.
Because crash they did, sometimes in solo flame-outs but more often in group pileups that left bikes and bodies strewed all over the course. The worst of these wrecks occurred in the first run of the third heat, in the mens quarterfinals, when seven of the eight riders were suddenly splayed on the tarmac.
The downed riders scurried back on their bikes and pedaled hard. The top finishers in each heat moved on to the semifinals.
I went into the first turn really aggressive, leaning hard to my left, slightly ahead of Joris Daudet, the French rider, said David Herman, a member of the United States team. And either his pedal or his foot went into my front wheel, ripping out all my spokes. So that put me over the bars and made him crash as well.
Herman recovered from this disastrous start and went on to qualify for the semis, as did the American Connor Fields.
The event unfolded under the kind of broiling sun that is rare in England and with a soundtrack that seemed curated by a middle-aged guy trying to wow his children plenty of Beastie Boys and Guns N Roses, with a bit of Kings of Leon thrown in. A D.J. entertained the crowd between heats, and a shaggy-haired M.C. urged everyone to Make some noise a couple of dozen times.
This, in other words, is the Olympics stab at the highly coveted youth market, the X Games lovers who would not recognize a javelin if it landed on their PlayStations. But hipness is not easy to fake, and there is something a little awkward about the Olympics attempt to drag teen cool onto the premises. Its akin to watching your parents try to break dance.
The event hardly needs hyperbolic ambience, but someone might want to rethink the mechanics and dimensions of the race itself. The riders start high up a man-made hill, then traverse a series of jumps before arriving at a sharp left turn. Generally, the person who gets to that left turn first wins; it is incredibly difficult to pass the leader.
So BMX or BMX at the Olympics, at least lacks some of the basic elements that make a sport exciting. Like lead changes. It is hard to picture someone who is out ahead, suddenly falling behind, then regaining the lead. On Thursday, the rider who led after that first turn was all but assured a win.
Much of the suspense comes down to wrecks who will wreck and how badly. BMX has its own taxonomy when it comes to crashes.
You can slide out, which is when your tires wash out from underneath you, Herman said after his final race of the day. You can flip over the handle bars. You can loop out. Thatd be when youre on your back wheel and go straight on your back. You dont see that happening too much out here because we have really good balance and bike skills. And theres casing. Thats when you land a little short on a jump. You can lose a lot of momentum that way.
As Herman spoke, another American BMX racer, Nic Long, sat on his bike with his head hung low, staring at the ground. He had failed to qualify for the semifinals, and he seemed inconsolable. Which was understandable once you got a sense of his personal ethos. On his left hand he has a tattoo that reads, No hope for the weak.
Every man for himself would work in this context, too. In some Olympic events, athletes help each other, even though they are ostensibly competitors. (Like the triathlon, held Wednesday, when a British athlete acknowledged that his primary goal was helping teammates.) BMX at the Olympics is not that kind of sport.
There are no friends, Herman said. We have a lot of respect for each other, but this is definitely a different event.
Would Herman even speak to fellow American riders this evening?
Small talk, he said. Ill get together with my coach, and well figure out a game plan.
He took a deep breath and repeated himself.
No friends out there.
That sounded ominous. As crash-intensive as the quarterfinals were, you get the sense that the semifinals will only be crashier.
If youre inspired by this, shouted the shaggy M.C. during a break in the proceedings, buy yourself a BMX bike!
If there were thought bubbles over the heads of parents in this crowd, most of them, one imagines, would have been variations of Over my dead body.