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Tragic reports of endemic sideburn doping in the 70's

FFS Fridays: Sideburn Doping

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They say hindsight is twenty-twenty; it is only with the knowledge gained through experience that we are able to reframe the past in its proper context. Bike racing in the 2000’s will forever be known as the blood-transfusion era, the 90’s the EPO era, and the 80’s that of steroids and amphetamine. Hopefully we don’t let…

Christ I miss the days of free-basing EPO.

FFS Fridays: Lost Friends and Blood Pipes

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FFS. It is Friday, finally, and this is what this week has felt like: I kid, I kid. We actually have no idea whether T-Rex was actually that color. The wine, well, depending on your poison. Today marks the third anniversary of our fallen comrade and community member Jon Lennard’s passing. His memory rides with me still…

Hello, could you connect me to Dr. Ferrari please? Or just give me a Ferrari in my bottom bracket.

Hello Operator

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Marco Pantani had Armstrong on the ropes. It was the Col de Joux Plane in the 2000 Tour de France and the only time Pharmy was in real, genuine difficulty during any of his “seven” Tours. So he did what any reasonable rider would do: he got on the radio with his team boss and demanded…

Stand still and get your shit together. Wait for the car and freak out like every other civilized person.

On Rule #42: Running is Balls, Even for the Maillot Jaune

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Alright people, we heard you. Chris Froome ran. But he was going to lose the Tour de France. I’ve got news for you: Cyclocrossers run, too. So do convicts, burglars, children, footballers, and triathletes. And anyone who has ever seen a Grizzly Bear up close. And all of them ran because they were going to…

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FFS Friday: Rule #95 Violations

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This festering blight on the Cycling landscape seemed to start with cross-country mountain bikers, who often finish their race alone and have time to stop at the finish line, look around to see if there are any spectators in attendance, then bend over like a shaved praying mantis to struggle with the 7 kilogram heft…

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