Frank Vandenbroucke

Ah, yes, the great Belgian Hope, the l’enfant terrible. God bless ‘em, he was great to watch. And the off the bike antics were the stuff of legend. He’s the poster child for when the drugs defined the cyclist. There is a story where Frankie Andreu see’s Vandenbroucke in an airport, swimming in a pile of Louis Vitton luggage. Andreu goes up to him and says, “Hey, Frank, it’s me Frankie.”

Vandenbroucke has no idea who he is. “We raced on the same team last year. Andreu? Frankie Andreu?”

Vandenbroucke is so zoned out on god knows what that he just sits there in an ocean of brown leather drooling on himself. Awesome. What’s the point of making money if you can’t enjoy spending it?

And there is more: Unexplained shotgun blasts at home, the drugs are for my dog, not showing up for events, racing while suspended under the name “Francesco del Ponte” with a photo of Tom Boonen on his license, and basically life on the needle. I’m surprised this guy doesn’t have full blown AIDS. See his wiki page.

Liège-Bastogne-Liège 1999: La Redoute

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

8 thoughts on “Frank Vandenbroucke

  1. wasted talent…needles or not. how about that bar in liege the commentator mentioned….42 beers on draught, 980 bottles in the cooler. holy shit.

  2. i wish they mad an episode of the “trailer park boys” on bikes at a race or some shit like that….would have been a classic. frank is living like a king, but not dying like one…….

  3. Big Juan,

    Awesome post. Was just talking about this yesterday. He pulls up to Bartoli and pretty much makes him his bitch….of course he was on more drugs than a touring funk band, but sure as hell was nice to watch…in a wrestling kind of way.

  4. The thing about this guy is that he didn’t just fuck up, he lived the “go big or go home” idea.

    Using Boonen’s picture was hilarious, I wish I knew exactly what he was thinking when he did that. No matter what it still makes me crack up. Maybe next time I sign in I’ll do it as Schumi Schumaker and see if they actually look at the name on my license.