there was a time when running Type he was one adventure, almost mad, literally, going as far as they could to France, seeking their souls many times over. Airplanes and train travel, for example, were almost nonexistent. Bilbao to ParisIt’s been an endless journey with the smoke, noise, and slowness that pervades everything, serving at least to admire the landscapes and start thinking about the role you could play in that hardest race everyone was talking about, which just happened. interrupted due to big war.
Ruben PerisThe one who was recently re-elected as Volta’s president, which puts me in the background of a biker I don’t really know. summoned jesus dermit and originally from Vizcaya. Yes, he had read and even written about his good friend from time to time. Federico EzquerraHe remains a hero among Basque pioneers who one day went to the French periphery to begin to pave the way for future generations.
The great Federico Ezquerra
Definitely, left It was much more successful than dermit and even managed to arrive in Paris 17th overall in 1936. And it shouldn’t be an easy task because the coup caught him in the middle of his career. Coincidentally, he single-handedly won the stage from Nice to Cannes on 19 July, one day after the start of the war. The following year, in complete conflict between those who wanted darkness in Spain and those who defended the Republic, yet another Tour ran.
Your good friend’s career Jesus Derrit it wasn’t that bright. He was born in Bilbao in 1909 and died in Getxo in 1988. And it was precisely because of the previous conditions he faced in the race that he could not boast of finishing a Lap.
With the suitcase in reserve
He arrived in Paris a few days before the start of the tour and sleeping in a garage with his bike and suitcase. The place belonged to a friend from Biscay, set up in the French capital. His stomach, accustomed to Basque food, couldn’t stand what we might call a local diet all cooked in butter. At that time, oil was neither there nor expected.
In these conditions, without a doctor to relieve his stomach, a masseur to prepare his muscles, and a mechanic to control his bike, he set out for the first stage; The distance between Paris and Caen is 206 kilometers. Among others, he was part of a very interesting Spanish team. Salvador Cardona, Vincent Trueba And Francisco Cepeda. Trueba, nicknamed the ‘Torrelavega Flea’, was the first king of the Tur mountain in 1933. cardona He was the leader of the standings because a year ago he had finished fourth in the overall standings. He eventually took French citizenship and died in Pau in 1985. on the mobile He had worse luck. He died in Grenoble on July 14, 1935, after falling on Galibier’s landing. It was the first death on the tour.
happy butter
But what would we do dermit, the patient managed to finish the first stage. His first yellow jersey at 18.38 minutes, the French institution of the period, Charles Pelissier. But the second was so long that he had to give up. The butter was starting to get him out of control. He never led the Vuelta or the Giro. His record includes victories in five local Biscayan races. But you never know how he would have performed if he had traveled properly, slept in a hotel, and ate properly before making his Tour debut.
there was a time when running Type he was one adventure, almost mad, literally, going as far as they could to France, seeking their souls many times over. Airplanes and train travel, for example, were almost nonexistent. Bilbao to ParisIt’s been an endless journey with the smoke, noise, and slowness that pervades everything, serving at least to admire the landscapes and start thinking about the role you could play in that hardest race everyone was talking about, which just happened. interrupted due to big war.
Ruben PerisThe one who was recently re-elected as Volta’s president, which puts me in the background of a biker I don’t really know. summoned jesus dermit and originally from Vizcaya. Yes, he had read and even written about his good friend from time to time. Federico EzquerraHe remains a hero among Basque pioneers who one day went to the French periphery to begin to pave the way for future generations.
The great Federico Ezquerra
Definitely, left It was much more successful than dermit and even managed to arrive in Paris 17th overall in 1936. And it shouldn’t be an easy task because the coup caught him in the middle of his career. Coincidentally, he single-handedly won the stage from Nice to Cannes on 19 July, one day after the start of the war. The following year, in complete conflict between those who wanted darkness in Spain and those who defended the Republic, yet another Tour ran.
Your good friend’s career Jesus Derrit it wasn’t that bright. He was born in Bilbao in 1909 and died in Getxo in 1988. And it was precisely because of the previous conditions he faced in the race that he could not boast of finishing a Lap.
With the suitcase in reserve
He arrived in Paris a few days before the start of the tour and sleeping in a garage with his bike and suitcase. The place belonged to a friend from Biscay, set up in the French capital. His stomach, accustomed to Basque food, couldn’t stand what we might call a local diet all cooked in butter. At that time, oil was neither there nor expected.
In these conditions, without a doctor to relieve his stomach, a masseur to prepare his muscles, and a mechanic to control his bike, he set out for the first stage; The distance between Paris and Caen is 206 kilometers. Among others, he was part of a very interesting Spanish team. Salvador Cardona, Vincent Trueba And Francisco Cepeda. Trueba, nicknamed the ‘Torrelavega Flea’, was the first king of the Tur mountain in 1933. cardona He was the leader of the standings because a year ago he had finished fourth in the overall standings. He eventually took French citizenship and died in Pau in 1985. on the mobile He had worse luck. He died in Grenoble on July 14, 1935, after falling on Galibier’s landing. It was the first death on the tour.
happy butter
But what would we do dermit, the patient managed to finish the first stage. After 18.38 minutes, he finished behind the first yellow jersey, the French institution of the period. Charles Pelissier. But the second was so long that he had to give up. The butter was starting to get him out of control. He never led the Vuelta or the Giro. His record includes victories in five local Biscayan races. But you never know how he would have performed if he had traveled properly, slept in a hotel, and ate properly before making his Tour debut.