Pedalare! Pedalare! A History of Italian Cycling by John Foot
I was in bad need of escape. I was stuck into Debt: The first 5000 years– by David Graeber and I was sinking fast. Only 160 pages in and I was lost, utterly, amongst tribeswomen in Madagascar. Fortunately, a friend had given me the above history of Italian cycling by John Foot and in that, with the approach of the Giro D’Italia [the 3 week tour of Italy for the uninitiated] I sought salvation.
Italy is a fascinating place, but when Italians partake in something it tends to be done in their own particular way. Cycling, was one of those things, it went through a golden period, at a time when Italy was growing up, and for that reason it’s been a rich source of nostalgia for many. The Giro came about, and love affair started when all of Italy used to bike, to get to work, to go a courting, to deliver the goods. There is rich history for Foot to write about.
There is Binda, from the really early days, looking like something from the whacky races, with goggles on, gritted teeth pulling out a tube from a punctured wheel who was the first. Then there was Gino Bartali, the good man, the humble catholic who saved the Country from Civil War after an assassination attempt on a communist leader, by winning the Tour De France. Then there is Fausto, the little angelic climber who flew up mountains and won in legendary fashion. A prisoner of war, he returned home to Novi Ligure by bike and hitching lifts. In 1946 he won Milan San Remo. His life was blighted by tragic death of his younger brother, the messy adultery with the lady in white which put him on a collision course with the church. The great rivalry between him and Bartali is in this book as it the story of the third man who was linked with the black shirted fascists. These are only some of the tales that are contained in this book.
The Vigorelli velodrome in Milan may now be used for American football but the Giro continues and if you are a fan of the Italian devotion to cycling, you’ll enjoy this book. Foot could be a little less dry with such rich material but he’s a fan for all that, and the Giro lives on. The Giro is “like living in Italy. Nothing is straightforward; there are surprises around every corner, good and bad." Cycling and its golden days are behind it in Italy, but cycling without the Italians is unthinkable.