Wim!

From Sam Abt: In a battle with no prize and slight prestige, Wim Vansevenant, a Belgian with Predictor, finished as the lanterne rouge, or last man in the pack, for the second successive year. He thrashed his nearest rival, Geraint Thomas, a Briton with Barloworld, by six minutes with a sterling 134th place in the …

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Axel

What Dave said. It’s just sport, just a game, completely meaningless as compared to the plague of development on Albuquerque’s west side or that Darfur thing. But there it is, unfolding like a gut-gripping soap opera that you know is playing out in real time with no safety net. So Vinokourov must be dead to …

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Sam Abt

It’s that time of year: So it was a holiday. Festivities included houses decorated with red, white and yellow paper flowers, balloons and pennants, like many other villages en route. There was even a giant bicycle built by schoolchildren out of beaverboard and flowers displayed outside the town hall on Place François Mitterrand. Best was …

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