Once my gut told me to stop and my brain told me to go. My heart said nothing, it was beating too fast to give impressions. A few moments later I was sliding on the asphalt. Close but no cigar. Cycling always gave me a rough ride. 

Rest In Peace Laurent Vidal

Today I lost a friend and today I lost a foe, but above all I lost a great source of inspiration.  I lost a friend with whom I rode my bike and hit the track.  We didn't train many times together but boy did we hammer on those pedals. 
I lost a foe as I dreamed of beating him at a race one day.  

Laurent wasn't gifted and he knew success wasn't owned.  Success is leased.  So he payed the rent everyday, sometimes three times.  Maybe even too much.  One day his heart said stop.  After reanimation and intense care at the hospital he woke up a few days later.  Yesterday his heart said stop again, for no apparent reason.  

A few days ago I wrote about time and its value.  This man knew how precious life was after his first accident and since then knew every second of it had to be cherished. And so he did. 

My first thoughts go to his little step brother with whom I trained many, many times.  Thoughts also go to his step father and former trainer, who trained me for 3 years and made me reach the maximum of my potential as a cyclist.  But also to Andrea Hewitt, his partner in life and on the battle grounds as well as his kind and open minded brother, Arnaud...  

I know you guys are in the fog right now.  You have my condolences.    

In memories of Laurent Vidal

Cambodia

China, two months after