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Too good to be true, and just a fairy tale like Camelot, I guess...
We did love it. An American cyclist (team) sticking it to the euro trash.....
The win number seven yellow band has been cut and pitched. The sequential number five and postal mug, still in storage.
Just damn
So sad. Just because everybody else was doing it doesn’t make it right. Heck, they can’t give his TdF titles to the runners up because 20 of 21 of them have also been in trouble for juicing.
I guess he is still a hero of mine. The grit and determination he showed me will never fade.
Ride clean from here on Texan.
Well said.
The myth is shattered...
The legend is dead...
But when it was good...
It was very, very good!
(and we loved it)
Well stated. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Now he shouldn’t waste my
or others time breathing one more word about it.
Go on and fade into oblivion....
Right on, Bay. Just watching it now.
This is all very sad. But Heck:
Here’s to the rebels, including Lance and Pantani and all of ‘em, even though they screwed up. Here’s to Maitre Jacques.
Here’s to The Cannibal, and to Il Tranquilo... Who may, or may not have gotten away with it.
Here’s no not tattling on your friends, frankly. I never believed in “telling,” neither did my father, neither do my kids. Don’t give in, Lance. Accept the ban, but don’t rat.
But here’s to Greg all the same... My first hero... A seemingly simpler man, but also with his faults.
Hell, here’s to Laurent. I hope I can buy him a bottle of wine up there one day.
Has the joy of this, perhaps our greatest sport but surely our most grueling sporting event, ever been about human perfection?
Was it ever about anything but winning as a gentleman?
Here’s to Henri Desgrange, and even, to the UCI, and to the rest of the rat-ass bastards that kill our dreams - and perhaps - keep false dreams in check.
We all compete for the same elusive love: perfection, victory, and the sport.
Hell if I won’t toast the Schlecks.
And Poulidor...
We are mortal, and flawed, for a reason. But the race goes on, and our spirits ride on.
Vive Le Tour.