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| Luis Ocaña February 2012 |
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![]() A Sufferer’s Life One afternoon in May 1994, Luis Ocaña put a bullet in his head. He died at the age of 49. In the collective memory, the name of Ocaña is forever associated with his crash at the 1971 Tour de France, the symbol of his definitive defeat at the hands of Eddy Merckx. At the same time, it was a metaphor for a life spent on the edge: a life defined by poverty, exile from Franco’s Spain, love, fame, suffering and self-destruction. Like the free electrons around an atom, those that had been closest to him were no longer held together by his presence. Divided and tormented, even after 20 years they hold questions that Ocaña – brother, husband, father and friend – will never be able to answer. Read the complete story in Rouleur Magazine, issue 31. |
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