Despite everything, no one can forget the magic of the Tour de France. But this magic is not associated any more with the Tour that has just passed: one remembers, often in a dream-like way, always in nostalgic way, of the Tours of the old days and their stars, Tours of times gone past, those of Fausto Coppi, Federico Bahamontès and Charly Gaul, which, or so it seems to us, were deeply different. They leave in the memory the trace, perhaps misleading, of Tours infinitely more human in spite of the inhumanity of the effort required of the riders. Other sports, like cycling, can claim deep popular roots (football in England or in Brazil, Rugby in the South of France), however non have managed to benefit from this popularity in order to weave such a powerful bond with childhood and its dreams, as the sport of cycling has...
The anthropological type represented by Lance Armstrong - unlike that of Fausto Coppi or Jean Robic - approaches that of Lara Croft, the completely fabricated virtual cyber-heroine of the game Tomb Raider. It is as if cycling has changed into a video game, where the former "convicts of the road"- an expression which was used by Albert Londres to describe the brothers Henri and Francis Pélissier - have become "virtual human beings", a post-modern term which is applicable to Indurain, Virenque, Ullrich and Armstrong. Material reality - in particular climbs and the wind - do not provide any additional resistance to Lance Armstrong, who pedals "aériennement" as though the suffering of effort no longer exists.
Something popular and vital nonetheless lives on in the race: the amiable picnickers at the edge of the road, and the long multi-coloured ribbon of the people of France, who colour this prestigious test like one 14th of July stretched over three weeks. But a fatal gap has been eroded between the race and the riders, who have become almost virtual, changed into playstation figures, and the public of the collapsible tables and camping tents, the pastis and the chilled rosé d'Oc, who still live. For the man of the people coming from the working classes, hardened with the struggle and able to surpass their physical limits (Bartali, Robic, Coppi, Bobet), contemporary sport has, little by little, substituted the pedalling Robocop (Rominger, then Indurain, Zulle, etc.) pharmaco-scientifically manufactured, with which no spectator can identify.