If you're a kid in America who's into cycling, one of your many problems is that the posters are lame. Sure, there's the double-fist-pump-at-the-sky move at the end of a race, but compared with Jordan dunking on Ewing, it's not that cool. This year Lance Armstrong fixed all that.
This was the year Armstrong got cocky, the year he became the gentleman gunslinger. Back in the early '90s, he was a straight-talking, middling Texan toughing it out in a European sport. Then he got cancer, which changed his life and his body. The treatment oddly reshaped his muscles for climbing, the...
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