And now we check in on the Tour de France, which the Blob once christened the Tour de Syringe on account of cycling's hydra-headed drug scandals, and which once brought the cycling community's wrath down on my head for suggesting it wasn't unreasonable to wonder how Lance Armstrong was winning it so often and so easily.
Ah, those were the days.
And now?
Now we're two stages into this year's Tour de Syringe, and, be honest, I bet most of you weren't even aware it had begun. Lance is long gone, having been revealed not only to be a drug cheat, but something of a mafiaso among drug cheats for using intimidation and threats to strong-arm his team members into using, too. Chris Froome, the sport's new dominant figure, fell in the first stage after spending most of the run-up fighting his own drugging allegations (he was cleared).
Some guy named Peter Sagan is leading after two stages, and the big story yesterday was the leader of Team Sky, Froome's team, attacking the new president of cycling's ruling body, David Lappartient, for being biased against Team Sky and Froome in particular.
In other words, cycling is still cycling.
To the peloton, mon ami!
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