Sunday, February 14, 2010

Addio Pantani

(Aldo Ross, from Febraury 16th, 2004)

The news arrives in Italian: "Addio Pirata" (what do they mean?). It takes a few moments to grasp... "Marco Pantani is dead" I stare into the computer screen. The climber of a generation has left us at 34.

He was the answer to an old desire to witness, in my lifetime, a pure climber swift and aggressive enough to win the Tour de France.

He was the rider I’d secretly wished to be, a quiet hero who won in the mountains where each rider is stripped of pretense and illusion as their legs give sworn testimony before the court.

No secret to his tactics; road goes up, Attack and attack and attack. Stand and sprint until the tempo drops, then stand and sprint again.

The beauty of that cadence - the dance of the mountains - piercing the clouds with a cutlass-edged gaze.

A grimacing visage, peering through a river of sweat, soaked to the skin by the fog and mist, vivid colors becoming clearer as he approaches the peak.

I’d often imagined riding as his teammate, assisting on the lower slopes as he moved to the front, handle over bottles, maybe setting the tempo, then pulling over and watching him climb away to victory.

I imagined riding with him on the mountains. I imagined cheering him on from below. I imagined being his friend and comrade. I imagined his shy smile of victorious delight.

Alone amid the scree.

Alone among the fans.

Alone with his depression.

Alone in a room in Rimini.

I do not often allow myself heroes, but in 1998? Yes!

And now I do not have to image the flowing tears as I mourn the sad end of Marco Pantani.

1 comment:

  1. Hola Aldo
    recuerdo a este ciclista, mi padre es ciclista amateur y en mi casa siempre se ha visto el tour, el giro, la vuelta... recuerdo que a mi padre le gustaba mucho Pantani. Le encantarĂ­a tu blog.
    Un saludo.