A Lance Fan Finds Hope in a Cleaner Sport
We were listening to Lance’s sound bites, which were pitch-perfect–“What am I on? I am on my bike busting my ass six hours a day; What are YOU on?–and watching the Nike commercials. I firmly believed that all these Euros had a bad case of sour grapes; they had just run in to the greatest cyclist of all time. Continue reading A Lance Fan Finds Hope in a Cleaner Sport