Should professional cycling from this period not be wiped from the collective memory? Am watching a middleweight pugilist win les deux alpes in 2002. It's abominable. When I gave up on cycling(around 1995/6) it was because i couldn't believe that brutes like Riis could climb alpine ranges competitively. Had little idea about the nefarious and pernicious drug environment beyond the 50% haematocrit level. Remember, before the internet it was cycling weekly & phil liggett who informed. Only got back into the sport in 2010 via riding and watching again but the boxy sprinters up mountains is surely only confined to the grotesque era i've stated?