The 3d Armstrong thread is pretty long, and discusses a lot of topics, so I thought we could use a separate thread for this book. It's out in kindle, and I've just started reading it. You can post quotes and comments here.
The Prologue appeared in the recently posted NYT article, except that the latter was a condensed version. The full version has passages cut from the NYT article that show that JM is going to pull no punches, e.g.:
Really, the Prologue is worth the price of admission.
One thing mentioned in both the NYT and the Prologue was that he sold his Austin home in order to move into a "more modest abode". But that modest abode was reported to cost $4.3 million, more I think than he got for the sale of his former house. I never understood why he moved out of a house that he promised his kids they could live in till they graduated, if it wasn't to save money, but it doesn't sound as though he did. Maybe the upkeep on the former house was much more?
Edit: In the Epilogue, she returns to the moving scene, and claims the house cost $2 million. If he actually sold the former house for $10 million, that would be a big saving, but I heard $3 million plus.
Oh, man, when it came to social skills he had bad genes as well as a bad environment:
Here's the part about Frankie:
And this:
So here she says 1995. But she contradicts herself later when discussing Hendershot, as already discussed here before.
Eki implicated in a passage about how USPS flushed drugs down the toilet during a police raid:
From about 8% increase in HT.
Hadn't heard this:
Also mentions use of blood thinners to reduce risk of clotting and strokes. The downside of this is, not mentioned, is if you crash and bleed, the bleeding could be very serious.
The Prologue appeared in the recently posted NYT article, except that the latter was a condensed version. The full version has passages cut from the NYT article that show that JM is going to pull no punches, e.g.:
Though he’d deny it, I know that he has chosen to sit down with me because he thinks he might be able to control the direction of my book. No chance, I’ve told him. After multiple criminal and civil investigations into whether Armstrong orchestrated a sophisticated doping regime to win seven Tour de France titles; after all the testimonies from riders who knew him better than anyone else, and who contradicted under oath every public defense Armstrong had ever given; after he lied, lied and lied some more, the most notorious athlete of our generation realizes I’m suddenly holding a lot of rope. And I realize that, even now, he imagines himself to occupy a position of almost absolute power.
“You can write what you want,” he tells me in one of our many conversations. “But your book is called Cycle of Lies? That has to change.”
He says how much he likes having kids in the house— children are transparent and pure, too young to con him. I ask if he feels like people have taken advantage of him, if he feels used.
“Uh, yeah,” he says.
“Who?”
“Everybody. Get in line.”
Around the corner from his office, overlooking a stairwell, there is another vision of the crucifixion. The piece’s full effect is apparent only from certain angles, where an image of Christ nailed to the cross comes into view.
“One man has taken the blame for a thousand sins,” Armstrong says. But even in the presence of these crucifixes, he is talking about himself. Like he wants me to write that he has been made a martyr for cycling’s century of dopers and this is the way to make sure I do.
He walks over to a coffee table in his office and picks up a sculpture— an arm from hand to elbow. The sculpture, by Japanese artist Haroshi, is made with many layers of pressed skateboards. The sculpture’s middle finger is sticking up.
“This is pretty much the story of my life,” he says. Then he shoves the sculpture in my face. I notice Armstrong’s hands. On each palm, there is a small wound where he’ll tell me a doctor burned away a couple of cysts. I think of the stigmata.
“**** you,” he says, laughing.
Box #64 goes onto the truck with the rest. I follow the movers into the media room. Wearing white cotton gloves, they take down the seven yellow Tour leader’s jerseys framed above the couch. The day before, as Armstrong and I sat in this room, he had an idea. He asked if I wanted to lie on the couch, if I wanted to pose for a photograph under the jerseys that were still left.
“It’ll be funny,” he said.
I didn’t get the joke.
Really, the Prologue is worth the price of admission.
One thing mentioned in both the NYT and the Prologue was that he sold his Austin home in order to move into a "more modest abode". But that modest abode was reported to cost $4.3 million, more I think than he got for the sale of his former house. I never understood why he moved out of a house that he promised his kids they could live in till they graduated, if it wasn't to save money, but it doesn't sound as though he did. Maybe the upkeep on the former house was much more?
Edit: In the Epilogue, she returns to the moving scene, and claims the house cost $2 million. If he actually sold the former house for $10 million, that would be a big saving, but I heard $3 million plus.
Oh, man, when it came to social skills he had bad genes as well as a bad environment:
Both of Armstrong’s grandfathers had been heavy drinkers whose wives fled with their children after one sodden mishap or another. His paternal grandfather was so mean that he would put kittens in fruit jars to smother them. Armstrong’s father was an alcoholic with as many wives as his mother would have husbands— four.
Here's the part about Frankie:
Motorola rider Frankie Andreu allegedly approached a Coors Light rider, Scott McKinley, to propose a $ 50,000 deal: a flat fee if the Coors Light team would help Armstrong win the million-dollar prize by not challenging him for the victory in the rest of that second race and the entire final race. Coors Light was a strong team with riders who also were among the top contenders.
Later that night, several riders from each team discussed the deal in the hotel room Armstrong shared with his Australian teammate, Phil Anderson. By the time the Coors Light riders left the room, the deal had been done.
And this:
Catlin made his pitch in 1988. But the code of silence that had served cycling for so long could not be broken. Seven years later, Lance Armstrong used EPO for the first time.
So here she says 1995. But she contradicts herself later when discussing Hendershot, as already discussed here before.
Eki implicated in a passage about how USPS flushed drugs down the toilet during a police raid:
The prospect of a drug-free ride was so painful that Viatcheslav Ekimov, a Russian rider on Postal who has denied ever doping, joked about diving into the toilet to retrieve the stuff. One teammate looked at the desperate Ekimov and thought, “My God, I thought he’d actually do it.”
the Festina scandal inspired Armstrong to build a more complex operation.
Vaughters could raise his hematocrit with EPO to about 52— an improvement of 4 points at most— then he would temporarily lower it for UCI’s health check by infusing a bag of saline into his blood— a common practice among riders manipulating their blood with EPO. After using the drug, Vaughters saw the numbers tick upward on his power meter, the electronic machine affixed to his bike’s handlebars that measured a rider’s power output.
Vaughters noticed that many times EPO would give him a 4 to 6 percent increase in power. That translated into a few percentage points of speed. That translated into better finishes.
From about 8% increase in HT.
Hadn't heard this:
On the doctor’s suggestion, Armstrong and his teammates experimented with a plasma-expanding drug— none remember the name of it— made to boost their blood volume and, consequently, increase their endurance. The substance, normally used in patients who had lost blood after being burned or going into shock, was supposed to accomplish the same thing as a transfusion or EPO, only on a smaller scale and in a slightly different manner.
“Um, I’m peeing purple,” Vaughters once told del Moral. “Are you sure this is OK?”
Also mentions use of blood thinners to reduce risk of clotting and strokes. The downside of this is, not mentioned, is if you crash and bleed, the bleeding could be very serious.