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📢 It's so hot at the Tour de France that even Tadej Pogačar wants to tear up the calendar.

The first week has been all heat: wildfires near the route, spectators warned to stay away, and stage nine cut short under a red heat warning. Now the sport's biggest name says cycling needs to rethink when and where it races.

"If I could have the power to change it all, I would change all the calendar," Pogačar said after Sunday's stage, which was shortened by 30km because of the heat. "I would not race in July and August in the hot places and do a completely different calendar."

He also backed much earlier starts to beat the afternoon sun: "You need to start at eight or nine, or even before... I think the body can adapt to waking up at five o'clock in the morning."

France has been baking for weeks, with 77 départments under water restrictions and temperatures near 36°C in the Massif Central.

Is he right? Has cycling outgrown a July Tour? 🔥

It’s funny how people judge the cost of a premium bike while sitting in gridlock in a luxury car they hardly get to enjoy.

We'll take the 30-minute commute, the fitness, and the freedom any day of the week.

Ride smart. 🧠💸🚴‍♀️

Nobody remembers the ride they skipped because it looked a bit wet. 🌧️ The ones you show up for are the ones that stick.

237 miles. Every single day. For an entire year. 🚴‍♀️ 🤯 🙌 ✨

Between May 2016 and May 2017, Amanda Coker did something no cyclist, man or woman, had ever achieved before. She rode an astonishing 86,573.2 miles in a single year, officially the greatest distance ever cycled in 12 months, verified by the World UltraCycling Association.

To put that in perspective, she averaged 237 miles daily. Not on weekends. Not when she felt good. Every. Single. Day.

Her shortest day? 55 miles. Because a hurricane was tearing through Florida.

Amanda wasn't a household name before this attempt. She grew up in North Carolina, swam competitively as a kid, ran cross country in high school, and discovered cycling at 15 through triathlons. She raced a few road events, placed sixth at the 2010 Junior National Road Championship time trial on a stock aluminum bike with no aero equipment, then disappeared from competitive cycling for years due to injury.

When she returned in 2015, she was just another cyclist logging miles. By late 2016, after competing in a 12-hour race at Sebring, fellow riders noticed her consistency. Someone mentioned the women's record for most miles in a year, set in 1938 at just 29,603 miles.

Amanda thought she could beat it.

She didn't just beat it. She obliterated it. After 130 days, she had already ridden 29,774 miles and claimed the women's record. But she didn't stop. She kept riding. And riding. And riding.

Her "course" was a 7-mile loop in Flatwoods Park, Tampa. The same loop. Day after day. Lap after lap. Her parents crewed for her, providing support as she pedaled through heat, rain, and mental exhaustion that most of us can't fathom.

By the time she finished on May 14, 2017, she hadn't just broken the women's record. She had shattered the overall record, previously held by Kurt Searvogel at 76,076 miles, by more than 10,000 miles.

Think about that. She beat the best male cyclist in the world at this discipline by the equivalent of riding across the United States three times.

But Amanda still wasn't done. She kept going. On July 11, 2017, just 423 days after she started, she became the first human being to ride 100,000 miles in under 500 days.

This wasn't about sponsorships or fame. It was about redefining what the human body and mind can endure. It was about showing up when everything in you screams to quit. It was about proving that limits are often just stories we tell ourselves.

Amanda Coker didn't just set a record. She rewrote the entire conversation about what's humanly possible on a bicycle.

And she did it one relentless, grinding, impossible day at a time.

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📰 🚴‍ Cycling star Tadej Pogačar once set the cycling world ablaze after uploading a nearly unbelievable ride to Strava.

That monumental effort detailed a 𝟭𝟲𝟭 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 that included just shy of 𝟭𝟳,𝟬𝟬𝟬 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱. Pogačar completed the journey in 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝟲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟭𝟬 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀, maintaining an 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝟮𝟲 𝗺𝗽𝗵. 🤯

Cyclists reacting to the Reddit post were left asking: "𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲?".

The performance was truly unfathomable, leading many to resort to humorous, hyperbolic theories to explain the feat.

One user perfectly captured the sense of disbelief, declaring:

"𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀". 🤨

Other commenters provided crucial context, noting that this ride was actually the World Championship road race, which Pogačar won.

Technical discussions dominated the thread as people tried to calculate the impossible power output needed.

One commenter shared a specific data point that stunned the community: "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘇𝟮 𝗶𝘀 𝟯𝟮𝟬𝗪. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝟯𝟮𝟬 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀". This is a tempo wattage most of us mere mortals can only sustain for a few minutes.

The tremendous dominance, however, inevitably sparked debate regarding performance enhancement. This led to a recurring critique of the sport itself.

As one commenter observed: "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝘄-𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 “𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻?”".

Whether attributed to peak genetics, advanced nutrition strategies, or doping, the thread ultimately agrees that Pogačar is far beyond his peers. As the original poster stated, his competitors are professionals, but "He’s something else".

It is very important to have goals, the right goals 😂

Some of the best rides start with zero enthusiasm. 🚲 Heavy legs, a gray sky, a dozen reasons to stay in. You clip in out of habit more than desire.

Then something shifts. The rhythm takes over, the head clears, and by the halfway point you're grinning like an idiot. You didn't ride because you felt good. You felt good because you rode.