From the official Team Poseur web site:
In 1966 the little known Poseur team toiled in the pro ranks in continental Europe. Sponsored by an air freshener company (or was it an industrial washbasin conglomerate?), their team was small and their budget, meager.
Strength-sapping sleet, bone-rattling cobbles, furnace-like temperatures on seemingly unendurable climbs: These were the conditions that defined the strong men of professional cycling in their day. Perhaps that is why one rarely hears of the legacy of Team Poseur.
Poseur riders battled forth against the giants of the road in their day. Scarcely did they earn the respect of their peers in the pro peloton, but did they flinch? Never! The heart of the true Poseur rider can withstand any insult.
Now times have taken their toll on the once mighty Poseur team. You only find them at the best coffee shops and bakeries, always riding easy and never taking the lead.
The Worst Cycling Team Ever?
The team’s Directeur Sportiv, Marc Piqûre dejectedly relates to us between swigs of Pernod in a small rain-soaked shop behind his house, “Some of the riders were afraid of taking the start. They would pretend to have a puncture when the call was made to come to the line to start the race. One time I caught Jean-Marie DeClunque taking a hacksaw to his frame before the final mountain stage of the ’67 Tour …”
Do you have what it takes to rekindle and reclaim the glorious name of the Poseur?
**The title of article is a lie – I just like the shirt!