Experiments in speed. Inspired by those great men of the salt flats, those men that in the 60s pushed the Land Speed Record from the 300s up towards the 600mph mark in jet-propelled cars built in their sheds. We decided to do what we do: build a bicycle, but this time, in the spirit of those pioneers of speed, build it to see how fast we could go…
Director | Greg Hackett
Editor | Tim Swaby
Production Company | Spindle Productions
Sound Recordist | Adam Williams
Camera Assistant | Greg Harris
Production Assistant | Dickon Ireland
Aerial Cameras | Ben Kenobe Ben Sturgess Chris Ridley
Photographer | Tristan Conor Holden
Composer | Daniel J. Harvey
The media are still pretending that the west coast is 3 hours behind the east coast. Shhh. We’re not supposed to know this yet…
— The Associated Press (@AP) January 18, 2013
Yep, Lance was a doper. Which I could actually forgive (even though the seeking-Oprah’s-benediction thing is totally transparent), because the fact is the whole sport does it.
But Armstrong went out of his way to smear and try to destroy people who told the truth about him, and even won several large court judgments that we now know were obtained through fraud.
Some of those people are now suing him to get those judgments back. Floyd Landis has filed a federal whistle-blower suit against Armstrong for defrauding the US Post Office. His life has become … complex.
He’ll still come out of this with a lot of money, but nobody will ever forget the things he did to try to protect his kingdom of lies.
It’s also still a fact that he was an amazing cyclist, drugs or not. In a sport where — let’s face it — all the top athletes were doing everything they could to get a slight edge, Lance had much, much more than an edge.
On his best days, he dominated the field in a way very few cyclists ever have; the epic battles with Marco Pantani and Jan Ullrich, the time trials where he absolutely blew away the competition, the insane climbs in the Alps when he would get up on the pedals and dance, and just rocket away from the lead group like a cycling god.
But athletic talent and human decency don’t always correlate, and Lance Armstrong may be the prime example.
I can’t help wondering, though, if Sheryl Crow knew he was hitting the EPO.
I just bought the Kindle version of Tyler Hamilton’s book, and I’m sort of dreading it. A cyclist friend tells me it totally settles the issue of whether Armstrong was doping during his TdF wins, and not in Lance’s favor. This would not surprise me, but I have to admit I still had a tiny flame of hope that Armstrong really was a clean rider. And I’ll mourn the day that tiny flame is extinguished.
Good thing the same anti-doping standards were never applied to musicians. Jazz and rock would be nonexistent.