What a retard. I'm proving guilty before innocent. Sue me. This is two-thousand-friggen-seven. You signed up to be a pro cyclist you vain f_ _k. Tell the UCI and your frickin country's anti doping division where you will be training. You signed up for the vampires and that blood of yours should be squeaky clean. Bring 'em on is what you shoudl be saying. Not playing international man of mystery in your all black kits. "I hate fans asking for signatures as it interrupts my training." Then train in Moosjaw Saskatchewan Mikey. Play games with WADA and make them find you there...but tell 'em!

Taro is Za Plan. I trust him as a friend, as a mentor and therefore it gives me that slightly unique visibility into this to believe it through and through. I'm close to this one and I'm boiling. No one's got designs here to bring anyone down. Except when the hubris is so thick it basically is paramount to Rasmussen pulling down his bibs past his bony-ass legs and taking a giant crap on our sport. All because he can rape it, grab cash, retire and fade into the ether. No harm no foul right? "I don't need to be a DS or announcer. I just take my cash now. Ciao."

Normally I'd glance over the dope scandal stories (they come fast and furious these days) of these poor Euro kids who get wrapped up in this. The peloton is filled with Euro youth...our version of the kid in the ghetto who has hoops to get him out of the gangs and somewhere. They have natural skill to shoot, run, dunk. What God gave 'em. These fools just want to get out of their mom's house. I guess the pampering and cooking is too much. I guess to stay in the peloton you have to juice. Self fulfilling prophecies in motion.

I am going to climb my bike tomorrow and stew over this. Probably end up laughing lots. Rasmussen is so bush league. I can't stand him in yellow.