The Tour de France is one of the monuments of all sports, not just cycling. But since I used to race as a collegiate road cyclist, I have been a fan of the sport and this race ever since the 1980's. I got more of an education than I expected when I read Adin Dobkin's book about the 1919 edition. Yes, I learned about the very first use of the famous "maillot jaune" or yellow jersey. Yes, I followed the competition between the riders with interest. I thought I understood some of the deep past of the race, but I was wrong. This is a true detailed glimpse into the very origins of the sport. Dobkin gives you a seat at the newspaper meeting where one of the dudes spitballs, "Why don't we have a super long bike race that goes around the country?" If you ever rode bikes, or are just interested in it, this is an amazing book.
This next part is strange to say, but here goes: the context Dobkin provides for this bike race is almost the star of the book. The Great War just ended several months before. Previous Tour winners couldn't compete in the 1919 Tour...because they died in combat. Whole regions of the country were obliterated and forever changed by the destruction. Regions that the riders pedaled through. The descriptions of the towns, the crowds, the cafes, the cratered fields, the ruined towns helped give an understanding to what just transpired only months before. It made the bike race seem almost like an expression of the resilience of the human spirit. More than "sport." At first, some chapters that provided some digressions into the cultural context were confusing to me. But now, the chapters on the 813th Pioneer Infantry Regiment, Alice Milliat, and Eugene Bullard make more sense to me. They highlighted parts of the race's surroundings that would otherwise be invisible. Dobkin raises the context of the land and the culture to an equal spot on the podium with the race itself.
But my favorite part of the book has to do with the fact that I used to ride. The longest ride I ever did in training was a 90-miler, outside of Colorado Springs. In training, early in the season, snow squalls, sometimes rain. Several hours in the saddle. Harder than almost every race I ever did, and it was just training. The longest stage in the 2021 Tour de France this year was around 150 miles. One of the stages in the 1919 Tour de France? 480km or 300 miles. Absolutely brutal. On old steel bikes that were just behemoths. Imperious rules by the race organizers that didn't allow any help. Starting at 10 PM and riding until dinnertime the following day. Ridiculous. When the organizers added the mountains of the Pyrenees to the race in 1910, Dobkin relates how Octave Lapize felt about it. When he made it to the top of the mountain, he called the race timers, "Assassins." Lapize won the Tour in 1910. Earlier, Dobkin provided the context: Lapize died when his airplane crashed after a dogfight in 1917. Without this kind of context, the book would just be about a bike race, which would diminish the story. I try to imagine riding the same race with the same gear...and I just can't. They were superhuman. The context makes them seem even more so.
Thanks to Adin Dobkin for writing a book about so much more than bikes. This small group of riders existed almost as a 1919 "cri de coeur" for the French people so soon after emerging from the destruction of war. The smallest group of finishers in Tour history, beaten down by attrition, a metaphor for the country itself, struggling, persevering, and finishing. Dobkin's book makes the translation of the name for a group of riders (a "peloton") seem even more understandable: a platoon.