Says it all really

In the autumn of 1993, Greg LeMond and his wife, Kathy, were sitting at
home in the suburbs of Minneapolis, when they received a visit from
Linda Mooneyham, the three-times Tour de France winner has recalled. Her
21-year-old son, Lance Armstrong, had just become the world champion and
she had travelled from her home in Texas for advice.

"What does he do now?" she asked. "What does he do with his money?"

"Well, let him find an agent – a good one with an attorney," LeMond
replied. "And one word of advice – just be his mom."

They sat on the porch for a while and then moved inside to the kitchen.
Linda had something else on her mind: "How do I make him less of an
asshole. He doesn't care about anyone."

"Well," LeMond replied. "I can't help you there."


http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2013...strong-cycling

On Jan 20, 4:47*pm, atriage wrote:
In the autumn of 1993, Greg LeMond and his wife, Kathy, were sitting at
home in the suburbs of Minneapolis, when they received a visit from
Linda Mooneyham, the three-times Tour de France winner has recalled. Her
21-year-old son, Lance Armstrong, had just become the world champion and
she had travelled from her home in Texas for advice.

"What does he do now?" she asked. "What does he do with his money?"

"Well, let him find an agent – a good one with an attorney," LeMond
replied. "And one word of advice – just be his mom."

They sat on the porch for a while and then moved inside to the kitchen.
Linda had something else on her mind: "How do I make him less of an
asshole. He doesn't care about anyone."

"Well," LeMond replied. "I can't help you there."

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2013...strong-cycling

big ****ing deal- his job was to race a bike not be and altruist- and
he did his job very well; you confused cycling with chrstianity, thats
a couple of dozen blocks down the street on the left hand side of the
road.

On 21/01/2013 06:19, raamman wrote:
On Jan 20, 4:47 pm, atriage wrote:
In the autumn of 1993, Greg LeMond and his wife, Kathy, were sitting at
home in the suburbs of Minneapolis, when they received a visit from
Linda Mooneyham, the three-times Tour de France winner has recalled. Her
21-year-old son, Lance Armstrong, had just become the world champion and
she had travelled from her home in Texas for advice.

"What does he do now?" she asked. "What does he do with his money?"

"Well, let him find an agent – a good one with an attorney," LeMond
replied. "And one word of advice – just be his mom."

They sat on the porch for a while and then moved inside to the kitchen.
Linda had something else on her mind: "How do I make him less of an
asshole. He doesn't care about anyone."

"Well," LeMond replied. "I can't help you there."

http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2013...strong-cycling

big ****ing deal- his job was to race a bike not be and altruist- and
he did his job very well; you confused cycling with chrstianity, thats
a couple of dozen blocks down the street on the left hand side of the
road.


Yup the guards at Auschwitz were pretty efficient too.

raamman a écrit profondement:

| big ****ing deal- his job was to race a bike not be and altruist- and
| he did his job very well; you confused cycling with chrstianity, thats
| a couple of dozen blocks down the street on the left hand side of the
| road.

Have no fear. He'll find Jesus sometime within a couple of
months.

"When the Roll is called up yonder,
He'll be there."

--
Ain't Britain Wonderful....
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4753651/lithuanian-immigrant-youre-a-soft-touch.html

On 21/01/2013 14:02, Davey Crockett wrote:
raamman a écrit profondement:

| big ****ing deal- his job was to race a bike not be and altruist- and
| he did his job very well; you confused cycling with chrstianity, thats
| a couple of dozen blocks down the street on the left hand side of the
| road.

Have no fear. He'll find Jesus sometime within a couple of
months.

Yup, I've found Jesus, praise the Lord for saving me, I still didn't
dope after 05, please can I race again...or at least do minor
triathlons...or the occasional half-marathon...please...my whole sense
of self-esteem depends upon me beating people at
something...anything...by any means...please.

atriage a écrit profondement:


| They sat on the porch for a while and then moved inside to the
| kitchen. Linda had something else on her mind: "How do I make him less
| of an asshole. He doesn't care about anyone."

| "Well," LeMond replied. "I can't help you there."


https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=100683359969339&set=p.1006833599693 39&type=1&theater

Maybe she should take him in hand

--
Davey Crockett
Flying the Flag of the English
The Flag of Hengest and Horsa
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