Whenever I ride at night on darkened street,
And storms are heard at dusk all day-
O friend defenseless, ill and homeless,
Before me suddenly your shadow gleams.
Actually the poem title is Whenever I Drive at Night, 1847, not ride; but according to a book I read, the poem was an adaption of Alexander Pushkin's Wherever I may Wander: which is probably misleading! Being a poor liberal arts student with a smattering of biology, whom am I to not suffer from confusion, especially when I was not there to inquire of the poet himself as to his reasoning, and had to use interpolation instead. Or incapable, through lack of specialized knowledge; I must rely upon and accept expert opinions of other people, who were supposed to subjected to vetting and fact checks before publishing a load of rot. You think I trust Greg LeMond for one instant after the load of crap he has disseminated on the cycling community? Well I don't. You think that my case against that man is insufficient proof that there was ample opportunity for him and the peloton of his era to dope with both blood and drugs? That is your opinion, which may be valid or full of crap, depending upon your psychological viewpoint and reference material. The Lance Armstrong haters spit vitriol for years with less scientific information; they were convinced of their correctness, and woe to anyone who would have the audacity to disagree with them! Of course, you can't disagree with the LeMond groupies or their rock solid scientific grounds, the man never failed a dope test, even if methods of doping existed at the time that had no known test, or the fact that there was no prohibition as to the use of these methods; even if they had known performance enhancing qualities. But we are devolving into illogical semantics: if it is not prohibited, then can it be cheating? Can a person rationalize use of substances known to improve performance because they are not yet illegal, as an acceptable practice to win prizes and accolades? Then there are bleating sheep, who, when suspecting others of using the same methods that are now prohibited by statute, encourage them to confess their crimes, to come clean, to display what? a guilty consciousness? Or do these tears of remorse display your repressed guilty cognitive subconsciousness: do your pleas express the fact that you cheated your fellow cyclists like a worthless scoundrel; and the fact that your sordid conduct was rewarded with laurels?
So to hell with it. I don't care who developed the rEPO test; was it Jacques de Ceaurriz of LNDD fame? Or was it LNDD without Jacques de Ceaurriz? Perhaps certain cycling reference books should be subjected to better editing before publishing, because, certain information contained therein may be interpreted as grossly misleading. If you suspect books or articles of spouting disinformation, then you should invest some of your time and your effort to write a book review pointing out all of the errors yourself. Don't forget to provide references to support your assertions. And if you have something to say, say it publicly, you don't need to hide behind a veil of secrecy. Because, as it stands, your corrections are selective, incomplete, and based on an agenda. Not quite an objective way of doing things, is it?
I would rather be reading Alexi Pisemsky's, One Thousand Souls, than worrying about who was doping with what, or when, in the 1980's; or concern myself with who is doping now. Because, even contemporary truth is subjected to distortion, fraud, or fiction spouted by evil people who have mercenary motives to mislead the public. This misleading agenda leads directly to disagreements and factual errors. Thus your version may not exactly coincide with my version; but that doesn't mean that I will not continue to express my version, using the resources available to me. Of course, I expect you to do the same, never claiming a monopoly as to what constitutes historical truth or to what constitutes historical fallacy. That way we can agree to co-exist.
Finally, I don't do promotions or advertising on my blog spot!