The Skype conversation went like this:
Brett: “Remember Laurent Dufaux?”
Frank: “How can I forget? Twat.”
Brett: “What was that fucker on? Always hanging on in the Alps, suffering like a dog but never once did he attack. Ever. Just always hanging on.”
And that was all that was said on the matter.
Our little Swiss friend seemed to be around in the peloton forever; he was there in the days of Indurain and Pantani. He was there when Ullrich and Riis ruled the roost. And he was still there when Gunderson was lording it over everyone. He hung out in teams such as ONCE, Festina, Saeco and QuickStep with the likes of Richárd, Aldag, Jalabert, Bruyneel, Virenque, Stephens, Zulle, Frigo, Mazzoleni, Pellizotti, Rogers and Museeuw, a fine collective of shadiness indeed. Yet he always flew just that little bit under the radar, perennially lurking at the back, in the shadows. At least that’s how I remember him racing his bike.
Little Laurie could easily qualify for a Riding Ugly post, with his lurching, out of the saddle style, mouth agape, cheeks of a blowfish, face contorted like a twisted sandshoe as he grovelled up the big mountain passes just behind the main protagonists, shortly before popping out the back and losing just enough time to put him ever so slightly out of contention for a podium spot. Sometimes, he’d manage to stay hidden in the group and spring out at the last minute and take everyone by surprise to nab a stage win.
Larry led his life by the smallest of margins, a ‘so near yet so far’ kind of guy if ever there was one. He was generally Rule Compliant (except for the rampant doping, obviously), Survived on V for the duration of his career, and came out the other side with his reputation relatively intact. And for that, we salute him.
If only we could find him.
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I really liked Raul Alcala when I was a youngster. That pic sums him up. Rule compliant and bad-ass in the mountains. Must admit, I had forgotten poor DuFaux until just now.
He looks like a healthy spectacle-less Rick Moranis in that first pic...
Every era in cycling history has its dark side. Hell, just read the Freddy Maertens interview that was posted a week or so ago. Most of this we choose to ignore and concentrate on the good stuff - the great races, riders, bikes, team kits, equipment, but in a few years how will we look back on the 90s? Will there be a shred of fondness that doesn't tiptoe into mirth/cynicism at the rampant doping, bad kits, bad hair and general dodgyness? Instead of Evanescent Riders, will it be the Evanescent Decade?
@VeloJello if only he had worn the helmet...
@Tobin Oh f*&% me.
Is there a Rule prohibiting doping?
Damn, someone should do a feature on Mr Alcala. Seriously underrated rider.
@wiscot My earliest road race memories are of Raul chasing down, taking stabs at LeMond and Fignon in 1989.
"Sixteen years after retiring from the sport for the first time, Mexican Raul Alcala has shown he's remained fit at 46 years of age by winning his national time trial championships." -- velonation
Who is on the right in the polka dots?