I don’t know if it’s because I see something of myself in them or if it awakens some kind of nurturing instinct, but I always seem to find myself drawn to tragically flawed figures.
Layne Staley and Marco Pantani strike me as two halves of the same whole; incredibly talented yet tortured with mortally addictive personalities, both set loose into a world of over-indulgence. Everyone – including themselves – saw the writing on the wall in the months or even years leading up to their deaths, but everyone seemed helpless to stop the inevitable: a lonely death. To hear Staley sing is to watch Pantani climb; beauty is to witness an artist pouring their anguish into their trade.
I’ve been watching the 1998 Tour and Giro during my morning turbo sessions, and even with the lens through which we now view those rides, his talent was undeniable, but so was his fragile psyche. You can almost taste his self-doubt even as he flies up the mountains like a soaring eagle.
Today, St. Valentines Day, marks the tenth anniversary of Marco’s death, and with that we dive into the archives for a Kermis on Brett’s look at our fallen hero. See also a previous year’s Valentines Day Memorial.
May you go with Merckx, Marco.
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Ooops, quote malfunction. Didn't mean to quote the two paragraphs starting with "panache."
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@Wondering
The difference you're overlooking is that Pantani seemed to me personally a likeable character, like someone I could have a beer with under the right circumstances. Lance just seemed like a dick. Its as simple as that; its not fair or objective, its just the nature of being a fan.
Also, at the time, the races Pantani made happen were simply exciting to watch, while Armstrong's felt like foregone conclusions; how much fun you have watching the races at the time has a lasting impact on how you feel about the athletes after the fact.
Pantani's Bianchi Mega Pro XL that Pantani is totally awesome. I want to get one some day. I will get one some day. I'm a soldier in the celeste army.
I have a Bianchi but it's goddamn silver. Fuck. Oh well, I could put some Celeste tape on the bars.
Pedale - we'll have to take your word for it! (great photo, of course!)
If you think not knowing who Layne Staley was, the VMH asked me a few weeks ago who Richard Pryor was. I told her I wouldn't divorce her, but that I would never get over being angry about that question.
@Marcus
I think it doesn't get mentioned so much because the bitter taste came in too quickly after the feat to allow it to pass into true nostalgia.
But we watched it live on French television, after missing the previous day; we were confused and lost as to why he would be so far behind. Amazingly fun day. The ITT a few days later as well.
Anyway, I for one still have the L'Equipe front page hanging in my workshop.
@Pedale.Forchetta
That might be the most abstractly beautiful shot you've ever posted!
Was he another rider? I've never heard the name. Don't make me google names I don't know.
@frank I remember talking to my brother (who doesn't follow cycling but is a doctor) about Landis, describing that effort and finishing with, "and you know what, he did it all on a hip bone that is dying which he is getting replaced straight after the Tour".
His response, "A young professional athlete with necrosis of the hip? Am guessing he has been taking shit he shouldn't have been. Bet he is a doper."
@Pedale.Forchetta
That, right there, is an awesome shot. Pictures are supposed to tell stories, this one speaks volumes.
Excellent
@frank
I agree completely. An unspoken aspect too is the fact he died, as this leads to the forgiveness of many sins.
Unless you're a douche. Ricco could have succeeded in offing himself with his dumbass blood transfusion but we still would think he is a prick, fantastic climber or not.