Self-Chosen: Il Pirata & Il Giro

We continue our Six Days of the Giro series with a look at the troubled bond between Marco Pantani and the Giro.

Some were meant to be tormented, as though it were preordained that their brilliance should be balanced with fatal flaws. These are tortured souls, whose dramatic highs are equalled only by the devastating depths of their lows.

Cycling drinks its fill of these personalities, and climbing seems to attract more than its fair share. Shakespeare himself couldn’t divine a better premise; the discipline most focussed on suffering in a sport totally focussed on suffering will always attract the most enigmatic of sorts. Charley Gaul, José María Jiménez, Marco Pantani; the list goes on.

Italy’s geography seems to lend itself to climbing and therefor suffering. There are mountains from north to south, and it being a narrow stip of a country, there is no occasion to avoid them for very long before any parcourse is once again forced to go over them. Already Monday’s Stage 3 of this year’s race is a lumpy thing with two categorized climbs and Stage 4 has an uphill finish. This will be a race for those able to suffer.

Pantani in particular seemed inextricably bound to the Giro. Even before winning in 1998, he found himself winning some of the hardest mountain stages, though his temperament dictated that for every great day on the bike, he would be pay at least V bad ones. In 1999, he looked to be the sure winner before registerring a hematocrit over the UCI 50% limit at Madonna di Campiglio. In 2000, he returned once again, but was far from his best and rode in support of his teammate and eventual winner, Stefano Garzelli.

He struggled on for a few more years, but always tried to shine in Italy. In 2003, in a heart-wrenching display of defiance, he gave the last of himself in vain before disappearing from the sport for good.

It reminds me of a song written by a man who’s life was similarly tormented, Layne Staley. Perhaps Layne and Pantani were two parts of the same whole.

My pain is self-chosen
At least, so the prophet says
– Layne Stayey, River of Deceit

Maybe Layne could have been a Cyclist in another life.

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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  • @ChrisO

    @tessar

    . One day I'll inherit a beauty just like this one:

    Inherit ? Are you the love child of Der Kaiser and Sweet Little Klodi ?

    The worst thing about his fall from grace was that it killed off a really very funny parody blog of Der Jan. That was before kittens took over the internet of course.

    You mean like this?

  • @ChrisO Son and step-son to two cyclists, and that TCR was always a bit too big on my step-dad anyhow. He bought the team edition frame as soon as it debuted, but chose to dress it in his preferred Grouppo and matching Nucleon wheelset.

  • @tessar

    When I worked at T-Mobile a few years back, this lady had one of Dede Demet-Barry's bike in her office. It looked just like that one.

    Not to mention that the bike belonged to Dede. Massive crush time.

  • @frank

    Looking for that shot of Ulli with the brewski I came across this. Ulli shoved Jiménez into the pain cave, took his flashlight from him, and then cracked it in two. The only way he's getting out of there is crawling on his hands and knees and feeling his way.

    And more Ulli/Marco awesomeness. Great photo.

    This is the fuck'in post of the last five months.  Awesome description and pic for the first photo and just look at Der Kaiser's face in the second pic:  Jeeezhus, looks like he just went 15 rounds with Ali.

    Good to have you back, Frank!  Hopefully with the book off to press you'll be able to devote some more time to your internet baby.

  • @doubleR

    @frank

    Sorry, the grungehead in me is reborn at some point every year. Layne, at his best.

    M

    Staley sure could belt it out, couldn't he! My other great love, besides cycling, is music. I play guitar in cover bands with other geezers my age (I'm 56), and I've been writing for various music magazines since 1988. Back in the day, I had the privilige of interviewing Jerry Cantrell. Of the hundreds of interviews I've done with some of the biggest names in music, that interview sticks with me. Cantrell had no attitude or ego whatsoever. He didn't consider himself a "rock star," but just a guy who loves playing guitar. Truly a cool dude.

    I've heard that about him as well - very cool. Those guys are real talent, though their music isn't for everyone. The VMH likens listening to one of their albums to beating your head against the wall for three minutes ten times in a row.

    They lived in Seattle until recently, and I love that Jerry wrote a song called "Check My Brain" for moving to Cali and - ahem - liking it.

    Their new stuff isn't bad, actually, if you can get over Layne not being there.

    I got a G&L because Jerry played one - still have it today.

  • @Marcus

    @TBONE think I was 2 Ulles to 1 Ully. Did the black forest gateaux crumbs get on your screen again?

    Great point, I should really disinfect my screen.

  • @TBONE

    Especially because Ullrich and Klöden referred to eachother as Ulli and Klödi. If its good enough for Ulli, it's good enough for me.

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