I'm not sure that I was attracted to cycling in general, or even to the road by any one individual…I think what appealed to me then, and what I'm in the process of re-discovering now, was the unfettered freedom of the bike, the escape, the bravery, the romance of the open road and trail, the allure of the distant horizon and the moments that took my breath away… I guess I'm a romantic.
But regarding cycling heroes, I think it's a very complex issue but ultimately, I think we as humans hate to discover that our heroes have feet of clay…and that we feel betrayed when we discover that they weren't what we thought them to be. After a break of a few years I came back to the road recently and felt strangely upset to discover a litany of names, names I had once hysterically yelled at my parent's TV in excitement, were now gone…casualties, perhaps, of Operatior Puerto and it's fall-out. A small part of my past, now tarnished.
I have to ponder, if perhaps cycling as a whole is somehow a victim of some sort of witch-hunt. I'm not aware of any other sport which has such a public doping problem, but with the ammount of money that we, particularly in the western world, pour into sport surely these problems can't be confined to cycling?
So…as for me, I don't blindly believe them all to be clean now (though I would dearly love to), but I do believe that Antoine Blondin really had something profound when he said the following:
"As sports fans we prefer to believe in Simon Pures, Angels on Wheels…however, there is, all the same, a certain nobility, in those who have gone down into God knows what hell, in search of the best of themselves."
…Hugely long self-indulgent post there…sorry!