Categories: In Memoriam

Triumph and Tragedy

Wouter Weylandt, 27 September 1984 - 9 May 2011 (Photo Sirotti)

Balance. It can be achieved by never deviating from the middle, or it can be achieved by violent swings to and fro. It is said, however, that the great peaks can’t be reached without crossing through deep valleys. Tragically, we were reminded today that our sport is one of great peaks and deep, deep valleys.

Cycling is a sport of risk and danger; the beauty and harmony of a speeding peloton masks the risks and dangers involved. Mountain descents see riders reach speeds of 80 or more kilometers per hour with little to protect them should something go wrong. Stars and watercarriers alike share in the risk; no one is immune.

You have to love this sport intensely to become a professional. The nature of road competition demands great sacrifice in every aspect of the athlete’s life; eat like birds, work like horses, and live like monks. Not only does a professional cyclist spend every waking moment focussed on their sport, but from January to October, they are away from their families as the race calendar carries them all over Europe and, increasingly, the world. This sacrifice is most often in the service of others, as the Stars are few and the Watercarriers many.

While only a few weeks ago we watched as one of these domestiques reached the pinacle of our sport by winning Paris-Roubaix, today we witnessed the tragic swing to the other end as Wouter Weylandt lost his life in the pursuit of his passion. We can be philosophical and say this man lived for his sport and died doing what he loved, but the fact of the matter is that his is a man who, at 26 years old, was in the prime of his life and that he died today is tragic beyond articulation.

As Velominati, we are disciples of cycling. Our lives revolve around cycling. At moments like these, it is unimaginable that life and sport will continue. It will, and we will again reach the peaks. But we breathe still, and our devotion cannot follow where others’ continue.

Today we walk through a valley and mourn as Velominati the tragic loss of a man who gave everything – everything – to his sport. Our deepest sympathies go out to his family, friends, and colleagues.

frank

The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking. As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it. Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen. Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.

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  • Wouter, I hope you've bridged up to cycling nirvana by now...podium girls all around!

    (not trying to make light of this, just trying to think of happier times)

  • I wonder how many of you grasp the weight of my initial response "And I was whining about the headwind Saturday"? I am a firm believer that my greatest sin (and I mean "sin" in the biblical/need for a Savior sense) is ingratitude. I make 11 bucks an hour and yet I am in the top 1% of the world's richest people. But all I do is piss and moan about petty stuff. Minute by minute I am given the gift of life but I am a malcontent - never satisfied with what I've been blessed with. I take for granted that I have a job, a roof over my head, and a nice bike to ride.

    Let us remember that we are VERY fortunate that we can indulge in the thing(s) that we love and give thanks.

    A sad day indeed.

  • oh my god. first look at Giro news today and see this... life goes on; we accept the dangers of our sport... but oh my god. his poor wife, and rest of his family... shit. That is all.

  • Very well put. This is tragic at all levels. Thoughts and prayers to the family of Mr. Weylandt.

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