Standort: fm4.ORF.at / Meldung: ""Berge statt Doping""

Chris Cummins

Letters from a shrinking globe: around the day in 80 worlds.

17. 8. 2010 - 11:32

"Berge statt Doping"

Reclaiming the sport of cycling with Quäldich.de

The wide asphalt of the Großglockner alpine pass just stretched soberly and pitilessly ever onwards and ever upwards - steep enough to hurt but smooth enough to make capitulation shameful.

the pitiless road

jan sahner

No-one had spray painted the road with my name and no white-bearded Red Devil was there to run alongside my bike. I had been left in a tug-of-war between desperation and determination, the battle swinging each way with every slight change in gradient.

I'd set off from Zell am See on flat roads in the middle of a colourful peleton of cyclists, all whirring pedals, chatter and effortless speed. But now we had fallen silent - but for heavy panting - and were spready thinly along the snaking mountain pass; each of us in his or her own world of pain.

By now I had reached 2,000 metres of altitude and had been in bottom gear for the best part of an hour. I was focusing now on each slow painful pedal stroke. The sweat was running down from my brow like the streams pouring down the mountainside from the grey glacier across the valley. A cold head wind was whipping in from the mountains and it froze the sweat against my skin as it trickled down. I was both hot and cold. It was as if I had a fever. And I was beginning feel slightly dizzy. This was no longer Freizeitbeschäftigung. This was torture!

cyclists

jan sahner

Are you feeling sorry for me? You won't if you realize that I had signed up voluntarily to do this 5-day ride, organized by a group called Quäldich.de. I had actually agreed to go on a ride with the marketing slogan that explicitly targeted masochists! It was too late to start complaining now about my shortness of breath.

Just ahead of me, turning the pedals with an annoying ease, was one of the organizers, Jan, who was also the guide for the week. I stared up at the group’s motto which was emblazoned in large black letters on the back of his blue and white team jersey shirt: It read "Berge statt Doping".

climbing the Grossglockner

jan sahner

This wasn't just sport, it was a demonstration. We were in essence engaged in a 700km, 5 stage protest ride through the Hohe Tauern mountains aimed at writing positive headlines about the increasingly maligned sport of cycling.

The motto is interesting. The night before I launched my assault on the Großglockner pass, the disgraced Austrian Tour de France rider Bernhard Kohl had appeared on the ZIB2.

As I rubbed menthol into my tired muscles after the 135km opening stage from Salzburg to Zell am See, on the telly Kohl was busy condemning his former sport.

The man who once wore Le Tour's legendary polka-dot jersey is now trying to restyle himself as cycling's head cynic, with a motto seemed more along the lines of "Berge: Deswegen Doping". He told Armin Wolf that a high tempo race like Le Tour that typically sees riders climb an aggregate altitude of three Mt. Everests piled on top of each other led almost logically to doping.

"Clean sport the exception not the norm"

The banned cyclist repeated the allegations he made when announcing his retirement - that doping is a practice widespread not only in professional endurance sport but also among amateurs. Clean sport, according to Kohl, is an exception.

When Kohl speaks the audience is large. As an insider in a secretive world, his words carry weight. But hobby cyclists refuse to let him become the spokesman of their sport. It was the downfall of Kohl and the German Stefan Schumacher - following in a long line of dopers from Marco Pantani to Floyd Landis to Ivan Basso, that led to the creation of Quäldich.de, an internet forum that was formed to present descriptions of road climbs on the internet but has since developed into a grassroots anti-doping movement.

Epic Adventures on Two Wheels

The concept is to counterbalance the voices of Kohl with the mostly unheard voice of those thousands upon thousands of hobby cyclists who are sick of seeing their passion dragged through the dirt by association. For the vast majority of cyclists the sport is not about abusive pharmacists and counterfeit doctors. It's not about haemocrit variations, erothrocyte counts or ferretin levels. It's not even about competition. It's about epic adventures on two wheels among some of the most spectacular backdrops in the world.

big climb

jan sahner

"It's yourself you're climbing", wrote Paul Fournel, the French cyclist-philosopher. In essence, cycling is about testing your own comfort boundaries, going to your own limits and, hopefully, surprising yourself.

That's exactly what I was doing on the Großglockner pass, with a carpet of clouds lying in the damp valley well below. On the second day of the ride, I had been ready to get off and push. With still 500 vertical metres to the summit, by now constantly standing in the pedals, my mountain-bike has a triple chain so I can spin out the steep stuff, but the light weight road-bike that I'd borrowed had just two big cogs and I was suffering. At my lowest point, some brain-dead idiot with Munich number plates sped closely by in his souped-up hair-dressers' car shouting abuse at the line of cyclists. But I ignored him and instead focused on reaching the next corner, with the blissful respite in gradient that the curve always brought and then let myself be dragged up by team spirit.

me on bike

roli

The Quäldich tour is not a race and my fellow riders were my allies not competitors. As I weakened, slowed and began to veer across the road a fellow rider came up behind. As glassy-eyed as myself, he slowly overtook and offered me his back wheel as a wind-shadow. "Das schaffst du noch" he muttered quietly between big gasps. Another rider offered me one of his energy gel bars. Suddenly it was 2,300 metres and I knew I would make it the last couple of kilometers to the top, where congratulatory high fives and chocolate bars awaited me, as well as feeling of exhausted elation that you can't reproduce with chemicals.

Ahead was a long descent down into Carinthia and a peleton ride into Spittal an der Drau. And, for a life long Tour de France fan, there is nothing torturous about that!

cyclists on quaeldich

jan sahner

all photos: Jan Sahner

The Quäldich season will end with a tour through Liguria in Italy from 18- 25. September 2010.

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  • bigbadjohn | vor 2588 Tagen, 16 Stunden, 45 Minuten

    erster

    bitte den text ins deutsche übersetzen. es kann nicht jeder so gut englisch.
    und es hat nicht jeder hier seinen hauptschulabschluss!

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