There’s a fascinating anecdote in Peter Spotts’ Christian Science Monitor piece on athletes and doping. After publishing results of tests on a new compound that showed promise in growing extraordinary muscles in mice, University of Pennsylvania researchers were inundated with requests for information, but not from people in the medical community: After the university published …
Some useful background for those cycling fans in the audience trying to understand the context of Floyd’s test results. Turns out Malcolm Gladwell spent the necessary time getting on terms with the subject some years ago: Athletes have now switched from injection to transdermal testosterone patches, which administer a continuous low-level dose of the hormone, …
This was a joke. This apparently is not: Floyd Landis, who on Sunday became the third American cyclist to win the Tour de France, tested positive for a banned substance after winning Stage 17 of the race, his team announced Thursday.
We’ve discussed in the past here on Inkstain how Floyd did it. Now from Robbie Hunter, we get a better idea of why: Eddy Merckx has spent a bit of time with us over the past weeks because of his son’s attachment to the team. Yesterday we found out that the night after Floyd lost …
It’s a bit long for a crit course, but it was fun watching the boys have at it on the Champs-Elysées today. Great to see Ekimov hold the flag for us old guys, leading the peloton in, and even greater to see him bust a move there at the end to try to set up …
Of course after his epic performance Thursday, there were bound to be questions about whether Floyd Landis was doping. Now new evidence has emerged.
There’s this sound when a group of cyclists rolls off together, a rapid, random “clickclickclickclick” as they lock into their pedals. That was the sound this morning in the bosque, down by the Rio Grande Nature Center, as a group of cyclists mounted up for a ceremonial ride at the end of Paula Higgins’ memorial …
phenology: The first couple of years after we moved to the neighborhood in 1993, we grew explosive, fantastic tomato crops. But in later years, they became increasingly disappointing. It was like a slot machine calibrated to pay off early and get you hooked, then suck the quarters out of you. I love fresh tomatoes in …
Rumors running wild in the cycling press that Jan Ullrich, kicked out of the Tour under the cloud of a doping investigation, has donned a fake beard and is showing up among the screaming throng, trying to hex the remaining riders:
Bike racing – not the kind of weekend jaunts we do around here, but the real deal European racing scene – is fucking crazy. I mean, we as fans should feel this deep and abiding guilt about what we demand of “our” athletes. The doping is only part of it. Think of the most exciting …