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Ilusion sobre Ruedas

NOTA: Esta es una crónica escrita por mi hermana, Maritza Maya (QEPD), durante sus años de estudio de Comunicación Social en la U de A. Publico esta crónica como un homenaje a mi hermana y a mi papa, en estos días cercanos al día del padre.
English below Spanish text, keep in mind that it is an Spanish original document.

Esta no es una crónica sobre el ciclismo, el ciclista o la novia del ciclista.... lo es sobre el padre, el héroe de sus hijos.

Ilusión sobre Ruedas

Cuando eramos chiquillos, papá solía llevarnos aver pasar los corredores de la vuelta a Colombia. Madrugábamos a los gritos de Julio Arrastría y en medio del frío de la mañana montados en el carro ibamos a la autopista o a Las Palmas. Encendía el radio ensordecedoramente, montaba a los mas pequeños en la tapa del auto y perd;ia su mirada en el tumulto, atento al paso del loter identificando para nosotros a Lucho a a Parra. Sus ojos brillaban al paso de las ciclas, pero luedo tomaban un aire melancólico y dejaba salir comentarios como " Yo corrí con Cochise. Hubiera podido ser grande, pero por trabajar perdí la oportunidad". Nosotros llenos de curiosidad comenzábamos el interrogatorio a nuestro astro; él orgulloso nos contaba que el terreno era "muy difícil y por ello tardábamos hasta cinco horas en una etapa relativamente corta", o que los premios " eran dinero y copas, aveces becas para estudiar, pero yo no gané sino diplomas y una cuantas copas".

" Tenía unos 18 años cuando comencé a entusiasmarme con el deporte porque vi en este un camino para progresar. Cochise y el "ñato" Suárez eran los idolos", pero mi papá no se venció ante el reto que ellos implicaban e incluso comenzó a figurar en la tabla de posiciones y en comentarios de especialistas "..... Leobardo Maya, un nuevo hombre que planteó los más significtivos pasajes demostró coraje y decisión en el ataque,, lo que lo llevaron a una victoria parcial..... En 1963, fue convocado a concentrarse para la vuelta a Colombia, pero la dicha no duró mucho. Sinteticos S.A, que lo patrocinaba, por falta de fondos, le retiró la ayuda....entonces sus esperanas de triunfo fueron abandonadas en el baúl de los sueños incumplidos.

Los años han pasado, las salidas a mirar corredores también; ahora, la radio es el unico contacto con el deporte de dos ruedas. Tal parece que ha decidido tratar de callar un recuero sin olvidarle del todo. A veces, baja la bicicleta, la limpia, la monta y la vuelve a colgarla; en esos momentos vuelve a reir como muy pocas veces lo hace. El no sabe que a pesar de todo, para nosotros sigue siendo nuestro ciclicsta favorito, el mejor.

This is not a story about cycling, the rider or the rider's girlfriend .... it is about the father, the hero of their children's.

Illusion on Wheels

When we were kids, my dad used to take us to see the bike runners of La vuelta a Colombia. We woke up with the sound of the voice of Julio Arrastría and jumped in the car on a cold morning to go to the highway or to Las Palmas. Once there he turned the radio on deafening and put the youngest kids on the top of the car hood while losing his eyes on the crowd, attentive to the pass of the cyclists, from which he identified for us stars like Lucho or Parra. His eyes shone with the pass of the bicycles, yet after a while a melancholy look used to show up and he leave out comments like "I used to ran with Cochise. I could have been big, but I lost my opportunity because I needed to work". We would looked at him with curiosity and asked questions about it, he proudly would told us that the land was "very difficult and it used to take up to five hours on a relatively short race", or that the awards " were money and trophies, or sometimes grants to study, but I did not win anything different to diplomas and a few trophies".

"I was about 18 when I started to be eager with the sport, I saw on this is a way for progress". Cochise and the "ñato" Suarez were the idols a that time, but my dad did not give up and face the challenge of involving them. He even started
to be included in the standings and expert reviews "...Leobardo Maya, a new man whom raised passages showing the most meaningful results, courage and determination in the attack, making him the leader off a partial victory"... In 1963, he was called to focus for La vuelta a Colombia, but the joy did not last longer. Synthetic S.A, the company that used to sponsor him, withdrawn the sponsorship for a lack of funds; as a result his hopes of triumphs were abandoned on the trunk of the unfulfilled dreams.

The years have pass, the occasions to go out and look races too. Now the radio is his contact with the sport of the two wheels. It seems he is trying to silence a memory without completely forget it. Sometimes, he take down his old bike, cleaned it, have a short ride and hanged it again; at those times he laughs again like he rarely does. He does not know that nevertheless, for us he remains as our favorite cyclists, the best.


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