It’s the white lever hoods. It’s the pearl white Benotto tape. It’s all the shiny bits. It’s the stem. It’s the round, deep bars. It’s the glint from the summer sun on the DT spokes and box rims. It’s the 53 x 11. It’s the Number 1 on his rainbow jersey. It’s the violet Avocet and Z’s. It’s the fork rake. It’s the bidons that say, “American Caffeine and Sugar. Serve it ice cold. Bitches.” It’s the blue iridium Oakley Razor Blades that we wish we still had and could wear just one more time. It’s riding without a helmet and not giving it a thought. It’s descending at 80kph with more than enough cool to flash us a smile.
That was twenty years ago. I remember it so clearly, like it was this afternoon.
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That was twenty years ago. I remember it so clearly, like it was this afternoon.
That’s Greg LeMond. That’s my hero.
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