[CR]Pantani

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From: "Aldo Ross" <swampmtn@siscom.net>
To: <classicrendezvous@bikelist.org>
Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 08:51:23 -0500
Subject: [CR]Pantani

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 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 Pantani