Marie Marvingt is better than you. She’s better than all of us. Even if your name happens to be Tim Cook and you’re reading this on a private jet being fed grapes by robots, you’ve lost. The wildest part of it all is that Marie is largely unknown here in the US of A. Searching Amazon.com for her biography, I can only find French and German language editions. There are a few other used and out of print books in which she is merely mentioned in passing. In our hero obsessed culture that seems so odd.
Perhaps that’s because Marie Marvingt’s life is too large for words. I must confess that I don’t really know how to even start this article. I'm writing words and erasing them. Starting over and over... I have no reference point. Her life a language I cannot grasp.
Aah! Well, let’s make a mockery of it! Here I go!
I’m going to tell you one story about Marie Marvingt as it pertains to cycling, and that’s all I’ll say. I can’t imagine that I’m qualified to write about anything else.