Packed Up

Even three-time TdF champs unpack their own suitcases. When I shot Contador in the wind tunnel a couple years back he and his brother Fran rolled into the parking lot in their rental car, Alberto pulled out his suitcase, and he pulled out some fresh team kit. No entourage, no airs. I had shot him two months earlier when he was winning the Vuelta and in his native Spain he’s nothing short of a rock star in his public profile. He couldn’t go anywhere without being mobbed for autographs and pictures. So to see him in the U.S., going nearly unrecognized, was a poignant contrast.