If you look at Bernard Hinault’s Wikipedia page it will show that his birthday is November 14th. That fact makes him a Scorpio. Anyone who has been entrapped by the claws of that dynamic can readily share the uniform understanding that a Scorpio is not to be fucked with. Yet as the years have passed, and the Tour has rolled on, we have developed a deep reticence regarding Hinault’s diminished yet well respected presence within the order of operations. As a working man, his ethic is unwavering. His understanding of how conduct should proceed is ever steadfast. Yet as the boucel bounces on, his toil and his presence is rarely celebrated. In the same way that we feel a nip of Flemish tint our lexicon when the pack heaves itself at spring cobbles, we feel the passion of Franco-emotional drama when watching Youtube clips of Hinault losing his shit. It’s what he had inside, and it seemed to work for him. Let’s celebrate.
Hinault delivered on this passion time and again from the fiery bellows of his Scorpio soul and it can be said throughout eternity that he is not to be fucked with. For this, we honor him once again, here, as only Snake Hawk can. Yet still, it will not be enough, but thank you, Bernard Hinault for everything you have done.