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A lot - or all - of those early EPO users probably went direct from pot belge to EPO. They had no idea what they were doing with the former, really, and obviously no idea what they were doing with the latter. Info on pot belge might give a good indication of their approach to EPO.
According to its Wikipedia entry
There is an interesting article on pot belge that appears on Vice Sports, called Cycling's Dirtiest Drug. It's well worth reading, but here are the opening paragraphs.
sniper said:i have no idea, but would love to know: do you think they were on epo already in 1988?pmcg76 said:Other than maybe Rooks and Theunisse in 88,
to my knowledge, Rooks admitted to using epo only after 1989.
could this have been a matter of ressources (or lack thereof)?there is no amazing performance jumps from Dutch and Belgian cyclists at that time so if people were trying EPO, it was not being utilized correctly perhaps resulting in some of those unfortunate deaths.
A lot - or all - of those early EPO users probably went direct from pot belge to EPO. They had no idea what they were doing with the former, really, and obviously no idea what they were doing with the latter. Info on pot belge might give a good indication of their approach to EPO.
According to its Wikipedia entry
The term is commonly used to describe a mixture of drugs, variously constituted from cocaine, heroin, caffeine, amphetamines, and other analgesics. . . . A French reference also lists morphine in the mix, and notes that it can also be called "insane person mix," though it's unclear whether this refers to the potential results of its use, or the suggestion that "you have to be crazy to take it."
There is an interesting article on pot belge that appears on Vice Sports, called Cycling's Dirtiest Drug. It's well worth reading, but here are the opening paragraphs.
Cycling has had a reputation as a dirty sport for decades. But long before the world's top pros were using sophisticated blood-boosting PEDs to win races like the Tour de France, there was a harder, seedier and more dangerous drug running rampant through the professional and amateur ranks. Called pot belge, the drug was a homemade concoction of heroin, caffeine, and amphetamines, and it was a favorite of European riders in the mid 1980s.
"The Pot Belge was just this nasty, nasty drug," recalls John Eustice, a two-time U.S. professional champion who quickly had his eyes opened when he made the switch to the cutthroat European scene—a world of hard-nosed factory workers and farmers who would rather run you into a barbed wire fence then let you cut in front of them in the pack. "It was so powerful it became an epidemic. Guys went totally junkie on the stuff."
The amphetamine part of the equation was nothing new. Cyclists had been abusing speed for decades, popping pills like Pervitin—a German stimulant originally developed for Luftwaffe pilots during World War II—to fuel a taxing schedule that saw them racing upward of 140 days a year. Bike racing has never been a rich man's sport, and in the mid-twentieth century most of the riders needed to chase paltry prize money and appearance fees just to earn a living, sometimes driving 1,000 kilometers through a single night to get from one small-town race to the next.
But by the 1980s, World War II-era stockpiles of methamphetamine were rapidly dwindling, and dead-on-their-feet cyclists began looking for a substitute. Enter pot belge, a dirty approximation of the original that was being cooked up in Belgian backwaters by would-be Walter Whites and distributed through a sketchy network of riders looking to supplement their meager wages.
"Nobody knew what [pot belge] was, but being the dumb bike riders that they were they just took it because they needed something. Who knows where it came from," remembers Eustice, who says he never dabbled with the drug, before adding that even if he had, he'd never admit it.
If riders began as novice users, however, they quickly became experts.
"It was almost like being around people who are really into weed — they'd brag about [pot belge]," explains Joe Parkin, another American neophyte who chronicled his jump into the down and dirty word of Belgian bike racing in his memoir, A Dog in a Hat: An American Bike Racer's Story of Mud, Drugs, Blood, Betrayal, and Beauty in Belgium. "I had this one teammate who was always trying to deal it, and he would twirl [the ampoule], like someone does with wine, watching it come off the glass. He would do that, he would twirl it around and watch the clear liquid come off the glass and I guess how perfectly it came off the glass was somehow representative [laughs] of how amazing the dope was."
