Mixed feelings here. I find it stirring to see those old sepia toned photos of long dead TdF greats and consider what they did with outmoded equipment and training practices and not much more chemical boost that adrenaline and caffeine. I think of the minor discomfort I endure climbing the local grade which is no grade at all compared to what non-doped riders have done through clouds of pain and sacrifice unaided by more than competition and desire...encapsulated by Floyd's triumphant, should-have been-sepia-toned Stage 17 that finalized in dismal ambiguity.

The ethically tainted racing of today is sort of exciting, but with the edge taken off by so much sad revelation. BP's right..........maybe pro racing is evolving towards glitzy theatrics more like professional wrestling. Race leaders can do dope and gladiator style whack one another with folding chairs while climbing some col with a brutish crowd screaming for more.

Hide your embarassment long dead, sepia-toned heroes. And a rousing cheer for those current riders who are heroic no matter their placement for racing clean against the drugbots.