The fading glory of Paris-Roubaix
Road cycling enthusiasts know very well, that there was no Paris-Roubaix in 2020. The „Hell of the North” was the only big road cycling event facing such difficulties to be organised during the pandemic that it had to be cancelled for that year, and it was held in autumn in the next one.
Thus the almost 1000-day hiatus between two Paris-Roubaix editions became symbolic in several ways in the most recent history of road cycling.
For many years, Paris-Roubaix used to be my favourite race. I assume that the level of intensity made it to me that special. From all the five Monuments, this one encapsulated the heroic self-representation, such an important element in the early days of this sport, the most.
The cobblestones.
The dusty or muddy faces.
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| Paris-Roubaix 2001 |
Even the crashes look sometimes like Renaissance or Baroque paintings.
And then came that cold and wet October Sunday in 2021, when I had to ask from myself:
what the hell I’m watching exactly?
Suddenly it seemed like a terrible, nasty business with unnecessary cruelty towards the cyclists. I’m completely aware that there are people out there enjoying watching crashes at road cycling races. Furthermore, there are quite a few emotionally unintelligent creatures admitting proudly that they watch road cycling only for the big crashes. And don’t be mistaken, when I saidel earlier that crashes are at Paris-Roubaix sometimes look like perfectly composed classic paintings, I did it, as I always do, with a huge amount of moral uneasiness.
Because crashes are never fun.
It’s not what road cycling is about. Or should be about. Not people literally rooting for more and more accidents for the sake of „good show”. For the false satisfaction of not being bored. That beforementioned unique level of intensity shouldn’t be built up from this element only.
And that’s the point where the almost 1000-day hiatus between two Paris-Roubaix editions gains its importance. I would have probably not felt being that mortified by the display of that autumn edition of Paris-Roubaix, if modern day road cycling wouldn’t have gone through one of its most important transformations during this time period.
A new, very special generation completed its conquest in the world of road cycling.
And a new "Golden Age" has arrived.
Playfulness, fiercenes, and endless joy are the words come to my mind when I try to describe this new era.
And the beauty in it is that this type of racing doesn’t requires special surfaces and roadtypes. Unpredictibility, therefore intensity doesn’t requires high possibility of accidents. It might more easily come rather from creativity and attack-firendlieness of the contributors. To be not afraid of taking risk and sometimes fail (not fall!). From the endless joy, fierceness and playfulness.
A rich history can emphasise the significance of a road cycling race. This is a sport that has a really strong connection to its constantly retold self-mythology. And indeed, Paris-Roubaix has a chequered but meaningful past. But it's never a good idea to stick to the illusion of the "good old days" too strickly. What meant to be heroic (a valuable thing in this context) among certain circumstances, could sound nosense, useless, or even harmful in other ones.
Paris-Roubaix has a glorious past, a glorious history, but so many things changed witihin the world of road cycling, also outside the world of road cycling, that it's no more enought to have a rich history. This is what I call "the fading glory of Paris-Roubaix".
