You won’t find the word cyclistica in a dictionary because I made it up. It’s a play on the Italian ciclistica (cycling) as in corsa ciclistica (bike or cycling race) and the letter y thrown in to make the word look like an English word.
Why Italian is because road cycling for me is an Italian sport. I got hooked on it forty years ago in Soviet Union when I was 12. Few months after that I read a book about Viktor Kapitonov’s 1960 Olympic road race in Rome, how he broke away with Livio Trape and rode through the roar of the tifosi yelling Trape! Trape! at him, how he sprinted a lap earlier, how Trape attacked, how he chased him down and beat him and how the tifosi carried Kapitonov and his Cinelli to the podium. Yes, a Soviet nobody flogged an Italian top dog on an Italian Cinelli in a middle of the Cold War.
The book was rich in purple prose and it made me believe Italy is a road cycling wonderland and maybe it is because Australia where I live now is not. We have a better climate though, here in Queensland anyway.
Forty years ago my plan was to ride a racing bike my parents couldn’t afford for a few days and move on to something else, like plane modeling or fencing. The plan, it flopped, riding a racing bike to this day. Can’t stop.
Between then and now, I won a UCI Junior World Championship in a team time trial, raced with the Soviet national team and then fled the workers’ paradise through a crack in its iron wall when the bastion began to crumble. I’m writing a memoir about the story, check it out.
So this website, cyclistica, is me sharing what I know about road cycling, bikes, training, and cycling gear.