Day 653 - The grass is always greener on the other side

I was such a big fan of yours. The way you overtook Ullrich over the Time trial of 2005. It is still right in front of my eyes. The way you dominated everyone on the black beauty, Trek. The way you had 130+ cadence. The way you taught me the real way to ride a bike. The body stable as a rock when the legs swiveled as a machine. When the Rush of epo took you miles ahead in rhythm of power and performance. But on a relative scale, does it really matter? Does it make you any less strong? Does it tell you, all those miles, all those hours on pedal, all those technical insight, all those maneuvers, those off saddle winning sprints, those historic alp de hues climb, crunching on the trainer, restrictions of life, all for nothing? Like their fanboys say, is it all relative?

The infamous hero that refuses to exit the brain