Summary: I watched Lance win those historic seven Tours de France, 1998 to 2005, and each time, with the rest of the world, I shook my head that this almost miracle cancer survivor could dominate this, the most grueling of endurance events. Each time I found this Lance Armstrong awe-inspiring, especially in his rabbit-quick, relentless cadence up the steep climbs that are unfathomable to even the accomplished weekend cyclist. And each time, with I suspect the rest of the world, I found this guy cold, arrogant, and highly unlikeable in his superiority...
