ultimobici said:
...a lack of doping in his past. The reason? He didn't need to do it because his physiology was perfect for stage racing...
Right. It really is that simple but for whatever reason, Albatros and his ilk don't want to believe the truth that confronts them, or else they can't believe. I can understand that 1989 is a long time ago for people who didn't come into the sport until the Armstrong era (for example, tho don't know when Albatros took an interest in cycling), and 1983 seems like another world entirely, but then, that's part of the problem. They don't understand just how much difference there is b/w doping w/ EPO vs. doping w/ Cortisone. They also don't understand how truly unique LeMond was, maybe because they never saw him in his prime and only can picture him as an old guy w/ grey hair. Watching him on video, riding the Tour in 1986, maybe that just doesn't reveal to them clearly and definitively enough how great he was. As I said before, having ridden with him, next to him, in front of him, on his wheel, I saw first-hand the power and class and it was OBVIOUS to me - and should've been obvious to anyone who knew anything about pro cycling - how much better LeMond was than anyone else, naturally.
I can accept that it's hard for a cynic to imagine and trust in the appearance of a genetic freak among freaks (and impractical for a troll to do so), but that's what LeMond was! Plus, his freakishness was apparent from his teens, when he WAS the best bike racer in the entire COUNTRY - a kid! lol. To think that we even have to defend Greg LeMond is *** and I for one am not going to feed the troll any more. lol.
I wonder what Greg's natural blood values were (I never asked him) and how much room there was for improvement had he had access to EPO during a testing-free era? I shudder to think about it, but we're so lucky to have found cycling at such a momentous time in US-history, when the world's best rider was an American w/ a French-sounding last name, the looks of a California surfer dude, and natural talent and class on the bike that rendered even the Eastern Bloc coaches speechless.