The international bestselling autobiography of twice-Tour-de-France-winner Laurent Fignon, one of the greatest and most charismatic cyclists of all time.
'One of the most charismatic and flamboyant cyclists in recent history'
Daily Telegraph
Laurent Fignon is one of the giants of modern cycling. Twice-winner of the Tour de France in the early eighties, Fignon became the sta
The international bestselling autobiography of twice-Tour-de-France-winner Laurent Fignon, one of the greatest and most charismatic cyclists of all time.
'One of the most charismatic and flamboyant cyclists in recent history'
Daily Telegraph
Laurent Fignon is one of the giants of modern cycling. Twice-winner of the Tour de France in the early eighties, Fignon became the star for a new generation. In 1989 he took part in one of the most fiercely-contested Tours of all time. Over the course of 3,285 kilometres he lost out to his American arch-rival, Greg LeMond, by an agonising eight seconds on the final Parisian time trial.
In this forthright and unflinching account the former champion spares neither friends nor opponents, nor even himself. In doing so he gives cycling fans a tantalising glimpse of what really went on behind the scenes of this epic sport - the friendships, the rivalries, the betrayals, the scheming, the parties, the girls, and, of course, the performance-enhancing drugs.
Laurent Fignon lived cycling at its peak. He enjoyed a truly exceptional career, winning over eighty titles from 1982 to 1993. The highs were matched by lows of serious injury, periods of self-doubt, and accusations of cheating.
Fignon's story bestrides a golden age in cycling: a time when the headlines spoke of heroes, not doping, and a time when cyclists were afraid of nothing.
Laurent Fignon
was born in Paris in 1960. He won the Tour de France in 1983 and 1984 and the Giro d'Italia in 1989. In June 2009, Fignon revealed that he was being treated for advanced intestinal cancer and he died in August 2010.
...more
Paperback
,
304 pages
Published
June 10th 2010
by Yellow Jersey
(first published 2009)
This an interesting read into Laurent Fignon cycling career. The book covers the cycling life very well but rarely mentions anything of his family life. I not sure if it me but he doesn't come across a like-able person in his book. He stop talking to his friend Alan because he goes to work for another team.He always complaining about the press and seem to rarely give interviews, what he expected jouranlists have to make a living by interviewing stars, he was the one the biggest cyclist of the 80
This an interesting read into Laurent Fignon cycling career. The book covers the cycling life very well but rarely mentions anything of his family life. I not sure if it me but he doesn't come across a like-able person in his book. He stop talking to his friend Alan because he goes to work for another team.He always complaining about the press and seem to rarely give interviews, what he expected jouranlists have to make a living by interviewing stars, he was the one the biggest cyclist of the 80's so of course they need to print articles about him in the paper, also his understanding of sport where he think the money he earned came from, from sponsors who need the events covered in the media and for people to see there brand. Business don't sponsor teams for no reason they need a return on there investment.
He complains about Lemond sticking to his wheel when Lemond was in the yellow jersey, why would you attach if you’re in the yellow jersey why not let your opponent do all the work.
I wonder how truthful the section on the drug taking is, he says he took it once and failed the test and again blaming this on his friend Alan because he wasn't there to motivate him.
But I would recommend reading it if you like cycling books.
...more
The autobiography of one of the men who, for a period in the 1980s, rescued French pro road cycling from the encroachments of Italians, Belgians and, almost, Americans. One of Fignon's most watched moments was his loss of the 1989 Tour de France to Californian* Greg Lemond by a mere eight seconds, and Fignon panders to the car crash watchers by beginning the book with this episode. His dignified riposte to strangers who said, "You're that bloke that lost the Tour de France by eight seconds, aren
The autobiography of one of the men who, for a period in the 1980s, rescued French pro road cycling from the encroachments of Italians, Belgians and, almost, Americans. One of Fignon's most watched moments was his loss of the 1989 Tour de France to Californian* Greg Lemond by a mere eight seconds, and Fignon panders to the car crash watchers by beginning the book with this episode. His dignified riposte to strangers who said, "You're that bloke that lost the Tour de France by eight seconds, aren't you?" was, "No, monsieur, I'm the bloke who won it twice," putting his achievements back in the spotlight.
Fignon seemed an anachronism in the tough world of pro cycling for a while, being degree-educated - to a point, as he gave up his degree for cycling - and nicknamed 'le professeur', more for his trademark specs than anything else and, compared to many of his peers, from a fairly middle-class background. He had a rocky relationship with the press at times, and with his fellow-cyclists and managers, not being a man who was backwards about coming forwards, but he writes as honestly about his faults and failures as his achievements. A great book, I think, but one for people who are into pro cycling really, as it's difficult to get interested in the machinations behind some of the races, and some of the teams and winners, of Fignon's day. He died of cancer last October, so this is his only testament, and it's a worthy one.
*I originally wrote 'Texan', getting Lemond mixed up with another famous cyclist, for some reason...
...more
First, I should say that I deeply regret reading this in English because the translation seemed to be wonky and word-for-word a few times. I don't know if the original version is to be blamed, or did the translator just didn't try to write this out to be a good read.
Second, I'm part of the generation of 25-30 year old French people who mainly know Fignon from his cycling commentary work for France Télévision and archive footage of his wins. While he never seemed like the happiest of chaps, this
First, I should say that I deeply regret reading this in English because the translation seemed to be wonky and word-for-word a few times. I don't know if the original version is to be blamed, or did the translator just didn't try to write this out to be a good read.
Second, I'm part of the generation of 25-30 year old French people who mainly know Fignon from his cycling commentary work for France Télévision and archive footage of his wins. While he never seemed like the happiest of chaps, this autobiography certainly destroyed any positive image I had of him. By the end, I was made to think that he was nothing more than a bitter man.
My main issue with this book is that it often focuses on throwing people under the bus before having a sentence or two saying, "but I knew it was my fault". I could only take so many people being badmouthed when it was clear that Fignon's personality was largely at fault also, as he just seemed to have a gift for antagonising others. Perhaps some other aspects of his life should have been highlighted, such as how his family/non-cycling people contributed to his personality, his life. His first wife is mentioned in four sentences, his oldest child is mentioned once, his parents aren't mentioned at all after the first few chapters. As someone who also chose not to have a standard 9-5 job and who has had family and friends step in to keep myself sane, I find it strange not to mention anyone who isn't a cyclist! It's a very restrictive view of the world... so either there is a huge chunk that's missing from this book or Fignon led a horribly sad life.
The other issue I had trouble with was how Fignon seems to contradict himself a lot when talking about drugs. There is one passage I found hilarious:
"To understand that different times in cycling cannot really be compared, you have to be aware that never, in my entire career, did anyone talk to me - or anyone near me - about ‘doping’. Occasionally someone would ask: ‘Have you taken something?’ But that was it. And most of the time, it was not viewed as cheating, which must seem completely incredible."
Possibly he didn't mean to make it sound like he was saying that it wasn't doping because it wasn't called that, but that certainly sounds like it!
The one aspect that was good was the description of the behind-the-scenes directeurs sportifs drama. So, just for that, it might be a good read.
...more
Laurent Fignon (and Bernard Hinault) were my cycling heroes in the 1980s. I did some local racing, and followed the professional racing scene closely. I subscribed to Velo News and Winning magazine. I haunted the foreign magazine shelves at Out Of Town News and the News Corner in Harvard Square for L'Equipe, Mirroir du Cyclisme, and Sport80, occasionally getting lucky to find something in Paris Match, the French version of People Magazine. With all that, Laurent Fignon disclosed as much in his a
Laurent Fignon (and Bernard Hinault) were my cycling heroes in the 1980s. I did some local racing, and followed the professional racing scene closely. I subscribed to Velo News and Winning magazine. I haunted the foreign magazine shelves at Out Of Town News and the News Corner in Harvard Square for L'Equipe, Mirroir du Cyclisme, and Sport80, occasionally getting lucky to find something in Paris Match, the French version of People Magazine. With all that, Laurent Fignon disclosed as much in his autobiography as he did in the peak years of his cycling career, i.e., very little about his personal life. An appropriate alternate title for this book could have been Cycling Is My Life, without exaggeration. Some chapters read like a monologue, as if in some way Fignon felt compelled to write this book to corroborate, define, and cement firmly the reputation to posterity he had long established with the public, the cycling community, and the media.
He was driven, but most champions are. Temperamental, intensely personal, "difficult to get along with," outspoken, honest almost to a fault. Fignon spares himself the least in evaluating the decisions he made during his career and afterwards, but makes few excuses for his failures. I would have been interested to read more about his training, more direct experience during races. However, I feel this book is more of a character portrayal than any kind of grassroots autobiography. Fignon was true to himself to the end. I was very sad to hear of his tragic illness and death.
...more
An unvarnished, yet fascinating story of a unique, iconic bicycle great, and one of the more unusual autobiographies I've read. With better editorial support (a broader perspective, less repetition, better vocabulary, and tighter editing), this book could have been a classic, but, it was a quick, fun, entertaining read nonetheless. What struck me most about the book, however was that: (1) a reader could conclude that Fignon was such a physical specimen, a legitimate freak of nature, that his suc
An unvarnished, yet fascinating story of a unique, iconic bicycle great, and one of the more unusual autobiographies I've read. With better editorial support (a broader perspective, less repetition, better vocabulary, and tighter editing), this book could have been a classic, but, it was a quick, fun, entertaining read nonetheless. What struck me most about the book, however was that: (1) a reader could conclude that Fignon was such a physical specimen, a legitimate freak of nature, that his success (winning the Tour de France twice, winning the Giro, winning multiple classics) owed little to hard work, discipline, determination, professionalism, and dedication to craft; (2) although Fignon was almost exactly my age, and recently died of cancer (and was dying of cancer while finishing the book), he makes no mention of his cancer or his pending demise; indeed, nothing in the book suggests his pending premature demise; (3) although Fignon appears to have strong feelings on the use of drugs in cycling, it is impossible to understand what lines he draws - he discusses drugs throughout, but seems utterly inconsistent and, frequently, incoherent, in discussing them; and (4) although Fignon discusses getting married, the birth of a son, and the demise of his (first) marriage, he never mentions the birth of his daughter, nor does he name or - in any way - indicate any relationship whatsoever with either of his children. Ultimately, a flawed, but interesting, autobiography of a unique guy in an exciting time and place....
...more
While cycling provides the source for the best sports writing, French cyclists take it even further, deviating from the simple linear narrative to something more cerebal-rather than just a "this happened, then this and after that....", there is a more philosophical and historical depth, as found in Bobet's "Tomorrow, We Ride"- Fignon's autobiography continues in that tradition. He kickstarts the whole book with an honest and insightful retelling of perhaps his most (in)famous moment. losing the
While cycling provides the source for the best sports writing, French cyclists take it even further, deviating from the simple linear narrative to something more cerebal-rather than just a "this happened, then this and after that....", there is a more philosophical and historical depth, as found in Bobet's "Tomorrow, We Ride"- Fignon's autobiography continues in that tradition. He kickstarts the whole book with an honest and insightful retelling of perhaps his most (in)famous moment. losing the 1989 Tour by 8 secs to Greg Lemond (though as Fignon himself says- "I'm not the man who lost the Tour by 8 seconds-I'm the one who won it twice!")
Standing as a testament to not only his career, but his personality, following his death I feel that Fignon does play intellectual games throughout. For example he seems to hint that not everything should be taken as he has recorded it- little clues hidden in seemingly throw away remarks appear to encourage the reading to engage more actively in trying to sift out the contents. An example- despite many people knowing that his nickname was "Le Profeseur", Fignon states that he never had a nickname that stuck which seems a bit odd- the feeling is that he can't help but intellectually tease throughout the book.
Despite that, there is plenty of insight into a complex individual who has entered the hallowed pantheon of cycling legends. The personal make up and what exactly is required to win Grand Tours and Classic and be spoken of in the same breath as Hinault and Merckx are laid bare, and the personal and physical sacrifices clearly illustrated and deconstructed, placed in an intellectual framework that enhances rather than plays down the drama.
...more
If you are a middle aged cyclist who remembers the emergence of the TdF in the early 90s then this book is for you. Great reading about the behind the scenes attitudes but, I found it difficult to empathize or even rationalize with LF. Good reading but, Im not sure enjoyed in the right summary.
A pretty frank and open book from a man usually referred to as an enigma by the (largely French) press. I found Fignon's honesty refreshing though at time felt he was perhaps holding back on the truth everso slightly (part of me liked this as he was my first cycling hero). Definitely a different cycling book. Much of Fignon's focus is on the shift in cycling, first based around his relationship with the legendary Cyrille Guimard; secondly, and perhaps inevitably, in the shift in doping culture f
A pretty frank and open book from a man usually referred to as an enigma by the (largely French) press. I found Fignon's honesty refreshing though at time felt he was perhaps holding back on the truth everso slightly (part of me liked this as he was my first cycling hero). Definitely a different cycling book. Much of Fignon's focus is on the shift in cycling, first based around his relationship with the legendary Cyrille Guimard; secondly, and perhaps inevitably, in the shift in doping culture from Belgian Pot and over the counter products to the systematic and calculated use of EPO and other medically driven aids. Definitely an enjoyable read and for those who started a love affair with cycling during that age a must read.
...more
This is a fine insight to professional cycling and the mindset of a cerebral and outstanding athlete. Fignon was known as 'le Profesor' during his cycling career and was a big name in an era festooned with big names e.g. Hinault, Jalabert and Lemond.
Fignon was known for his forthright views and was never scared to make them known on or off the bike his confrontational nature was admired by the cycling tifosi if not by the administrators.
This is no-holds barred autobiography that will be enjoyed
This is a fine insight to professional cycling and the mindset of a cerebral and outstanding athlete. Fignon was known as 'le Profesor' during his cycling career and was a big name in an era festooned with big names e.g. Hinault, Jalabert and Lemond.
Fignon was known for his forthright views and was never scared to make them known on or off the bike his confrontational nature was admired by the cycling tifosi if not by the administrators.
This is no-holds barred autobiography that will be enjoyed by all who have an interest in this elegant, savage but ultimately beautiful sport. Laurent Fignon left this world too soon but his memory will be with us forever.
...more
This book is so good. I'm clearly not feeling in a 5 star mood at the moment. But yes it basically lives up to the promise of its title throughout: reflective and often poetic, in a unique yet understated way, reflections on a past era of cycling. One of the most successful aspects, in the vein of Carson Mccullers or Tove Jansson, is how the poetry appears naturally: it stands apart from the factual recollections but seems right and appropriate; it adds an extra perspective, one of the inner lif
This book is so good. I'm clearly not feeling in a 5 star mood at the moment. But yes it basically lives up to the promise of its title throughout: reflective and often poetic, in a unique yet understated way, reflections on a past era of cycling. One of the most successful aspects, in the vein of Carson Mccullers or Tove Jansson, is how the poetry appears naturally: it stands apart from the factual recollections but seems right and appropriate; it adds an extra perspective, one of the inner life of a human, expanding the context from events to a broader realm of experience.
...more
An interesting walk through the life of one of cycling's enigmas. I suspect he wasn't as open as he could have been about the extent of his 'preparation' as this was a time where cycling was all about attacking until you could attack no more. Fignon details a romanticised view of cycling before it became corporate and devoid of characters, in a similar way to football before the Premier League, and that makes the book stand out from the plethora of doping-centric drivel that is out there at the
An interesting walk through the life of one of cycling's enigmas. I suspect he wasn't as open as he could have been about the extent of his 'preparation' as this was a time where cycling was all about attacking until you could attack no more. Fignon details a romanticised view of cycling before it became corporate and devoid of characters, in a similar way to football before the Premier League, and that makes the book stand out from the plethora of doping-centric drivel that is out there at the moment. Worth a look.
...more
I enjoyed this book as I'm a Fignon fan but his tendency to keep the media and fans at arms length during his career extended to this book. It would have been nice to have a greater glimpse into what made the man, apart from simply recognising himself. Sure Guimard and Gallopin were 'recognised' but you hear nothing of his family apart from a few sentences in the first couple of chapters.
A legend of the sport who will always be greatly admired nonetheless.
Laurent Fignon was a true champion. He rode to win and for the love of cycling. And the end of his book he mentioned that no one ever came up to him thanking him for being an inspiration to them. As a 13 year old boy I idolized Laurent and his no-holds-bar style of riding. I was probably the only kid in my town riding around with a System U jersey on. Thank you Laurent for your candor and free spirit. You will be greatly missed.
I have to say that the first chapter of this book is the best stuff on professional bike racing since 'The Rider'. Very philosophical.... I love Fignon's writing style, choice of language and his topics. It's obvious that he can be qualified, similarly to Greg Lemond, as a racer who saw what started happening to the peloton in the early 1990s with 'Oxygen vector doping' as it's now known and chose to leave the sport.
An honest if a little melancholic biography of an amazing athlete. Because of injuries, illness, and the bending of the rules by others; he never quite reached his full potential. But hey, 2 Tour de France victories is none too bad? Sadly he died last year of cancer.
Rough translation of one of my favorite cyclists from my childhood. The man who lost to Greg Lemond by a matter of seconds in the 1986 Tour de France. Laurent died of cancer a few years ago and it was nice to see him put his life on paper for his fans.
A surprisingly good read. Fignon's story is told in his own words in a refreshingly open and blameless manner. The world of the professional peleton during the seventies and eighties is opened up for all to see.
Enjoyable, A very frank and absorbing tale of atermination to succeed. Fignon does come across as someone who does not tolerate fools gladly but perhaps its that arrogance that drove him to the top of the cycling world.
Although Fignon was never a favorite of mine having read his book I find him an interesting character. Normally don't like people talking about themselves to much but really enjoyed this book.
Keine große Literatur, aber ein interessanter Einblick in das Leben eines Radsporthelden. Und berührend angesichts der Tatsache, dass Fignon im Sommer seiner Krankheit erlegen ist.
This book gives the reader the chance to see Laurent Fignon from a completely different point of view, and his thoughts on the sport of cycling make interesting reading..
Good read. He was perhaps the last of the great generation of riders. Everything changed and though still the most beautiful sport cycling will never be the same.
“What made it harder to stomach was the fact that the pilot of the helicopter with the television cameras was particularly keen to do his job to the best of his ability by coming as close as he could to get pictures of me, even though he was almost mowing the number off my back with his rotor-blades. Obviously, the turbulence he caused pushed enough wind at me to slow me down a fair bit. Two or three times I came close to crashing and shook my fist at him. Guimard was beside himself with rage. So was I. In normal circumstances, if all the stages had been run off in the usual way, or even with the bare minimum of morality, the time trial would only have been of secondary importance because the race would have been decided well before. And I would have won my first Giro d’Italia in the most logical way possible. Instead of which my chest burned with pain: the pain you feel at injustice.”
—
0 likes