charge the paddles
Actually, he had already retired before I even knew bike racing existed … but, when i started riding ~ somebody had a copy of the 1995 Tour de France and he entered my life.
That Tour … I’ve no idea how many times it ran through the VCR.
Ligget’s commentary was a nightly lullabye. Big Mig’s seated engine grinding everyone off his wheel, climb after climb. Pantani’s ears. Jalabert’s tactics. Zulle’s fragility. Armstrong’s perfectly timed attack on stage 18 and his emotional win.
But it was Indurain who i loved ~ the quiet giant, the class, the legend … the stoic, beautiful champion.
controlled, volcanic passion.
he is why i cycle still today.
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