by charles howe, July 2004
Today, there is widespread
recognition of the Tour de France, not merely as the world’s greatest bicycle
race, but as an international sporting event of the first order, ranking with
and in some ways even surpassing the Olympic Games and the World Cup of soccer
in grandeur, spectacle, drama, and scale.
It is easy to forget, however, that just 25 short years ago, it was viewed away from the Continent (when notice was
taken at all) as an obscure European curiosity, however passionately it may
have been followed there. Always,
though, the Tour has been, and remains, the supreme test of human athletic
endurance, throwing all others into eclipse, and as such it has brought forth
many unforgettable performances.
Perennial complaints that it
has become overly commercialized may have merit, but the Tour de France – like
much of bicycle road racing itself – was not started simply for its own sake,
but for commercial ends, as something of a publicity stunt for the sporting
newspaper L’Auto
during the era of the Dreyfus affair, with a political motive thrown in as
well.
Captain Alfred Dreyfus was a career officer in the
French Army, of Jewish descent, and from the province of Alsace, which had been
stripped from France by Germany in the Franco-Prussian War of 1870. Dreyfus was arrested in 1894 for selling
military secrets to Germany, subsequently convicted at court-martial, and
sentenced to life imprisonment at the notorious Devil’s Island penal
colony. Army documents implicating him
were later discredited as forgeries and he was finally exonerated in a civilian
court in 1906, but by then the case had polarized much of French society,
altered its politics, reverberated through its art and literature, and left
wounds which would take a generation to heal.
With a circulation of over
80,000, Le Vélo was France’s largest and only daily
sporting newspaper at the turn of the century, and was run by Pierre Giffard, a left-wing Dreyfus supporter who had been news
director of Le Petit Journal. In
need of advertising after a falling out with Giffard,
Comte Dion and a syndicate of other ultra right-wing,
anti-Dreyfus bicycle manufacturers founded L’Auto-Vélo
in 1900, with the added incentive of putting Giffard
out of business. As editor, they chose
Henri Desgrange, a former law clerk and editor of La
Bicyclette, a cycling newsletter, who had set the
first unpaced hour record in 1893.
The first “Tour de France Cycliste” started at 3:16 the afternoon of July 1, 1903,
from the Café Réveil Matin
(“Morning Call,” or “Alarm Clock”) on the outskirts of Paris (Montgeron), at the T-shaped junction of Melun
and Corbeil roads, after the planned downtown start
from the Place de la Concorde was nixed by the prefect of Paris police. (Largely unchanged, the Réveil
Matin still operates today, and now includes an inn
as well.) Lefèvre was the organizer-referee-judge-timer-statistician-publicist (!), and
his plan was to ride with the peloton to monitor
the early portion of each stage, then keep pace by
periodically hopping a train to selected points along the day’s route. Now, professional road racing had got
going in earnest in the 1890s, with the advent of the diamond-framed “safety”
bicycle, chain drive, and pneumatic tires, and it already enjoyed broad
popularity, but all of France immediately went fou for le Tour like nothing else before, as the idea of a man traveling
around the entire country by the power of his own two legs caught the fancy
even of the upper social strata. An
estimated 100,000 were spread along the route of the final stage from Nantes to
the new, 666-meter velodrome at the Parc des Princes,
where the 21 finishers were greeted by another 20,000, and crowds actually
lined the backroads of France in the dead of night
just for a passing glimpse of the leaders going by, illuminated by the
headlights of support cars. Numerous
other competitors, however, rode into ditches or lost their way in the dark,
and half the starting field of 60 was gone by Toulouse. Even so, this first Tour characteristically
produced a worthy champion in Maurice Garin, a
pre-race favorite and the most accomplished rider of the era. In a self-congratulatory mood (which was in
no way hindered by L’Auto’s
more-than-threefold circulation increase to 65,000), Desgrange
exulted “. . . we have given cycle-sport it finest, its greatest competitive event,”
apparently unconcerned about a sabotaged drink here, a little broken glass
spread on the road by the leaders there, and the excessive responsibilities
placed on Lefèvre. All
seemed of no consequence as he basked in the glow
of the new creation and savored sweet revenge.
Self-satisfaction
would come back to haunt him the next year, as things got completely out of
control in what is still the most controversial edition, 1998 notwithstanding;
just to summarize the incidents of sabotage, cheating, and outright chaos is a
challenge to brevity. (Indeed, an entire
book has been devoted to the subject, The
Tour Which Was To Be the Last, by Jacques Seray.) Riders’
drinks were spiked. Their shorts were
contaminated with irritants, and one rider’s frame failed after being partially
sawn through, causing him to fall heavily.
Not 70 km into the first stage, the pack rounded a corner at Nemours and
crashed en masse into local police mounted on horseback, who were trying
to keep the crowd at bay. On stage 2,
leaders Garin, Lucien Pothier,
and Giovanni Gerbi were harassed for 6 km and nearly
run off the road by a carful of fans for local rider
Antoine Faure, then confronted and beaten up with
rocks and clubs by a mob of over 100 on the col de la
République, while Faure was
allowed through. The crowd dispersed
when Lefèvre drove up and fired a pistol into the air. Garin and Pothier were bruised, but able to continue, while Gerbi had to retire.
The stage after that, a crowd of 2,000 brawled at Nîmes
with police and riders, unhappy that their hometown favorite Ferdinand Payan had been eliminated the first day; thereafter, his
‘fans’ had exacted their revenge by spreading nails and broken glass on the
road. Even on the final stage, the route
was blocked by farm equipment and trees felled across the road. Throughout the race, Lefèvre made extraordinary efforts to reestablish order, including changing
the route and the race schedule, but all was in vain. He was assigned elsewhere the following year
(L’Auto covered numerous other sports), and would
never be involved with the Tour again.
Fearing public reaction, the Union Vélocipédique de France
waited until November 30 to release its report and take action: the first four finishers (Garin, Pothier, César Garin, and Hippolyte Aucouturier) were
disqualified for ‘irregularities’ which were never publicly specified (most
likely, they hopped a train), and another 25 riders were disciplined in some
way. Additionally, Garin
received a two-year suspension, bringing his career effectively to an end,
while Pothier was banned for life. Garin denied any
wrongdoing, but admitted to cheating in later life, even though legend claims
he maintained his innocence until his death in 1957, just short of his 86th
birthday.
Desgrange, an idealist who saw the Tour as “The great moral
crusade of cycle-sport,” was initially distraught, declaring it a victim of its
own popularity and that the second edition would be the last, but of course he
reconsidered, as the race had proven so successful in its original purpose that
Giffard was already out of business. Ultimately, disaster only made him more
determined to straighten things out the next year, when Lefèvre, as previously mentioned, was reassigned, five stages were
added (including two in the mountains for the first time), night stages were
eliminated, and to prevent cheating, the overall classification would be
decided according to points awarded to the top finishers of each stage. Some problems recurred; the race was briefly
cancelled when nails were scattered over the road the very first day, causing
all but one of the 60 starters to puncture, but organizers relented and
nullified the stage results instead. The
Tour would survive its bout of fièvre juvenile,
and was on its way to becoming an annual rite of the French summer. Already,
it was bigger than the riders themselves, and to Desgrange,
bigger than France itself.
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