wdiaz_pr said:
Laurent Fignon, along with Hinault and Lemond, were the stars that made me fall for cycling back in the early 80's. I always remember Fignon for his grace on the bike and the great battles he put up against Hinault and later Lemond. It saddens me to know that he no longer is around.
I'd put my signature to this.
There was, to me, something sexy about bike racing then, like a rock concert. And he was among the sexiest at the time: a real prince on two wheels.
Once, while riding along the Cote d'Azzur back in 92, winding by the castle of Antibes along the coast once owned by Picasso on a sunny day in March; a man on two wheels with blue eyes behind silver spectacles and golden hair pulled back in a pony-tail with
Gatoraid on his kit approached from the opposite direction. Like by force of an enchanting myth, the hair on my arms stood up and then suddenly, after a fleeting moment, Laurent was by and gone.
Such a reflection seems to summerize the beauty of a life not taken in to its fullest. Even more sad when by the person who lived it.
Arivoir Monsieur Fignon