F$ck Vino busted for blood doping.
I was all set to, tonight, write about how I was hooked on the Tour again; how the race seemed human again, and about how it was amazing to have seen Vinokourov go down in a huge crash, fight back to form, win Saturday’s time trial, take a rest day on Sunday and concede over 30 minutes to the folks fighting for the yellow jersey, and then come back on Monday’s mountainous stage 14 to take a flier off the front and win the stage in great style.
I was ready to believe again, ready to love professional cycling again.
Now, I think I’m back to just loving my bike, and my bike only.
Dopers suck.