I used to be a bike bum. Worked at a bike shop about 15 hours a week, and road my bike full time. 400 miles a week was typical. It took me about 7 years to complete my undergraduate studies. Bike racing was just too important to me.
I road raced/MTB raced for many, many years.......USCF license L43241, CAT 1 road, CAT 2 on the track, expert on MTB. I was Texas State Road champion in 86. Competed all over the USA.
I was fortunate enough to have personally trained with Lance Armstrong in and around Dallas. We had standing weekly races on tuesday, I did LSD (Long Steady Distance) on Wednesday, and, intervals with him on Thursdays. Mondays and Fridays were easy days. Saturday and Sunday I raced.
I raced with him many, many times during his early years. I remember one particular criterium race in Waco, when Lance, myself, and a guy from the San Antonio Bicycle Club were on a break away. We traded pulls to the point that we nearly lapped the pack. When the race was within the last 5 laps, Lance, kept trying to drop us, but could not. He could not sprint, and I know he didnot want to try and sprint me or the guy from SABRC. He would stand on the pedals, and, not sprint, but, wind up the speed to nearly 40 fucking MPH! He kept doing this, over, and, over. I would be completely maxed, transfixed to the back of his bike heart rate had to be touching 200. Anyway, on the last lap of the last corner, I attacked him. I could sprint. I thought this was my best opportunity. The last corner was only about 300 meters to the finish. I had the jump. I gapped him, and the other guy. I thought I was gonna beat him. But, it was not to be. In the middle of the corner, my sew-up rolled from the rim, and, I crashed. Hard! I jumped up, scraped and bleeding, and began running with my bike (hell, 3rd place was paying money), but, before I could cross the line, the pack caught me. Lance was 2nd. The guy from SABRC did win.
Lance was alway a bad ass. No matter how frickin fast you were going, he could go faster. He was not a good sprinter. But rather he had a motor that no other racer, I ever raced with could compare to his pure power.
I raced a lot of races. That was then. Now I am fat owner of an SRT10 quad cab.