now I understand...

Sucked in by Lance, I was an avid fan of pro-cycling for many years.
Even in the midst of Lance-mania there were still a majority of people
that wouldn't be caught dead watching something like the TDF. Now I
understand, I hate it now too, in all of it's forms. I can't push the
remote button fast enough if I come across it. Maybe if Phil Liggett
was being stoned to death in Greece, I might watch, but that's about it.

"Cicero_Venatio" wrote in message
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Sucked in by Lance, I was an avid fan of pro-cycling for many years. Even in
the midst of Lance-mania there were still a majority of people that wouldn't
be caught dead watching something like the TDF. Now I understand, I hate it
now too, in all of it's forms. I can't push the remote button fast enough
if I come across it. Maybe if Phil Liggett was being stoned to death in
Greece, I might watch, but that's about it.



Lance was, for many long years, manly enough to pretty much
single-handedly overcome the *gay* image of cyclists as a whole.
Their girly-looking helmets, shiny, skin-tight, Spandex outfits,
queer appearing eyewear and general whine-and-complain
mannerisms all painted a gay picture. Sometimes it was
hard to tell which on the podium were the actual podium girls.

But, it appears that the years Lance spent associating with the
gay boys finally rubbed off on him because he *came out* when
he declared his doping guilt on the Oprah show. It doesn't get
much gayer than that. Oh, how the once-mighty have fallen!

--
Sir Gregory

Once and for all - there is nothing gay about cycling

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"Anton Berlin" wrote in
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Once and for all - there is nothing gay about cycling

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ROFLOL!

Yes it's quite sad that Lance played the cycling this joke on the
cycling community for all these years. I still following racing
nonetheless.


On Apr 10, 6:55*am, Cicero_Venatio wrote:
Sucked in by Lance, I was an avid fan of pro-cycling for many years.
Even in the midst of Lance-mania there were still a majority of people
that wouldn't be caught dead watching something like the TDF. *Now I
understand, I hate it now too, in all of it's forms. *I can't push the
remote button fast enough if I come across it. *Maybe if Phil Liggett
was being stoned to death in Greece, I might watch, but that's about it.

On 4/14/2013 6:11 AM, Randall wrote:
Yes it's quite sad that Lance played the cycling this joke on the
cycling community for all these years. I still following racing
nonetheless.

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Thumbing through a racing mag years ago, and saw how Lance would measure
out on a scale, like grapenuts, and I actually thought that was how he
did it. I see Tiger is back on the steroids, but his fans want to be
fooled, I was scammed and I say never again. It ruined baseball also,
never watch a game and I could care less who wins.

On Apr 14, 11:31*am, Cicero_Venatio wrote:
On 4/14/2013 6:11 AM, Randall wrote: Yes it's quite sad that Lance played the cycling this joke on the
cycling community for all these years. I still following racing
nonetheless.

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Thumbing through a racing mag years ago, and saw how Lance would measure
out on a scale, like grapenuts, and I actually thought that was how he
did it. *I see Tiger is back on the steroids, but his fans want to be
fooled, I was scammed and I say never again. *It ruined baseball also,
never watch a game and I could care less who wins.

what is important is to realize the actions of another are not yours;
their sins do not belong to you- though you may have vicariously lived
theough their achievements, and used their stories as motivation for
your own- in my minds eye I still see boardman at lille, or romingers
hour, whatever, my achievements are always my own

Randall a écrit profondement:

| Yes it's quite sad that Lance played the cycling this joke on the
| cycling community for all these years. I still following racing
| nonetheless.

Yes, many riders/supporters/general-cycling-fans are somewhat
disgusted.

And not because of the doping which I've known all my cycling
life stretching back almost 70 years now.

It's because of all the hoopla and "pretended surprise and
indignation" that is accorded to doping in the press.

Anyone with any reasonably close connection to the major, or
even minor elite class races knew it was going on.

Directeurs sportif would commonly and frequently demand of their
riders, "Se-Soignez-vous" [Are you looking after yourself -
Translation into true meaning = "Are you charging up?"]

And here I'll give you (without prejudice or naming the rider who
is now long gone to the big Grand Tour in the sky) my first direct
knowledge of doping. We'd discussed it on club runs and chain
gangs, but it was mostly anecdotal and speculatory.

It was the National Championship Hill Climb. It was on Mam Tor
again that year, a bitch of a climb.

They'd seeded the riders out and my friend who was a couple of
years older than I was was first year senior - I had 2 more
junior years left. Anyway, as my friend had been expected to be
fastest up the mountain he started last and, to blow my own horn for
a moment, I started next to last having beeen predicted to have
second best time although still a junior.

As it developed, I passed five struggling riders on the way up
and was hopeful of holding off my friend. But it wasn't to
be. He caught me with about 500 reasonably flat meters to go - if
any of that climb can be called "flat".

My friend turned right around and went back down to the start
whilst I hung on with the timekeeper until the last rider came in.

I was pretty chuffed - any junior who could hold my friend to one
minute plus the few seconds he put into me in the last few meters
was as shoo-in to win the Junior title, right?

However, arriving eventually down at the start and after they'd
calculated the times, my friend was laughing. He said "I won but
you didn't, and not only that, I didn't have the fastest time."

Asking him to "come again" in plain English, he intimated that an
early starting junior had clocked best time and that whilst he was
fastest senior, I was only second fastest junior.

Enquiring as to how a rider that nobody (nationally anyway) had
ever heard of, nor ever did again, could beat us up that
mountain, my friend said "Amphetamines, I didn't take any
because I didn't think I needed any, but it looks like I did."

Later he slipped me an envelope saying "30 milligrams just before
you need it, OK? - You can buy the stuff over the counter no
questions asked in any War Suplus shop" (The Govvy were still
ridding themselves of War Surlus - Made my first short wave
transmitter-receiver out of junk from "War Surplu - a QRP rig if
anyone's interested)

--
Davey Crockett
Fly your Flag
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and, to blow my own horn for
a moment,

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wtf ??

Cicero_Venatio wrote:
and, to blow my own horn for
a moment,

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wtf ??

It's a figure of speech. It means to praise one's self. Think of the
brass herald that preceded the entrance of someone important, e.g.,
royalty. To blow your own horn is to herald your own importance.

-S-
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