|BoTM Winner / Gold Trader
Joined: Fri Feb 26, 2010 12:36 am
Location: Burlington, ON Canada
think I would rather listen to a clean rider who has more to be angry about given how the sport has been blighted by drugs, now the challenge is, who is that rider?
Not clean, but given that every team has (had) a doping program it's a damned if you do/don't dilemma they're all faced with.
The Suicide Note of Marco Pantani
You will read this after, so I want you to know I was happiest on the bike.
For all of my memory I felt the most at home
With my feet on the pedals and the world moving around me.
The perfume of grease,
and the heat in my legs.
We saw the movie in the small cinema in Cesenatico,
Disney’s little elephant who could fly.
I flew away on my bike that afternoon,
A boy’s eyes wet with tears of humiliation.
The harder I pedaled,
The higher I flew,
I learned to use my skills,
To fly above my hurt,
You called me hero, but I heard only taunts.
You called me campione.
You called me cheater.
I’m sorry, but I could not pedal every hour of every day.
I could not keep those thoughts
From my sleep.
So I filled my hours with tricks to stop the endless chatter of
God and family. Sin and redemption. My face in the mirror.
My imperfections magnified.
I held the biggest prize above my head
My heart was full of joy and peace.
My mother and father wept at my achievement.
But by the next dawn I was filled again with shame.
And when the next prize was taken
Just hours from my grasp
All was black inside
And I could only recoil from the light.
They wanted to punish me,
But I was already in prison.
I fought back, of course.
To be my own superhero,
A Pirate, a criminal beloved for his audacity.
Accepted as flawed. Accepted.
But I could not accept myself.
I cut away at my face,
but I could not slice into my disfigured soul.
Do not think it was all for nothing.
There is so much that I cherish.
Thank you, my dear friends,
For your hands reaching out for my slippery fingers.
I did see your signs on the climbs,
My name in fresh paint that clung to my tires.
I appreciated your hands on the small of my back,
The cool water spilled down my neck.
A million roadside kindnesses over the years,
Grazie. Grazie. Goodbye.
It is not so bad to be an Elephantino.
I just wanted to be a boy.
_________________"Money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you a big enough boat that you can sail right up next to it" - David Lee Roth63 CCM Rambler, 85 Ritchey/Rocky Mountain, 86 Bottecchia, 88 Bianchi Campione du Mond, 89 Cramerotti, 89 Pinarello Prologo, 90 Kona Cinder Cone, 91 Brodie Catalyst, 91 Raleigh USA Technium Chill, 91 GT Ti/CroMo Xizang, 91 GT Avalanche, 91 Paramount PDG 70, 91 Rocky Mountain Stratos, 93 Dekerf Mountain, 93 Rocky Mountain the Edge, 94 Mountain Goat Whiskeytown Racer. 94 Mountain Goat Mud Slinger, 95 Brodie Sovereign, 95 Mongoose Amplifier2, 97 Best Euphoria, 97 Iron Horse THS-1, 97 GT Zaskar, 01 Brodie Catalyst, 03 Foes Zig-Zag, 08 Scatto C-80. 10 Fort RO.Victor.