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About 15 years ago Lance used to organize a charity bike ride somewhere in Texas. A co-worker friend was an avid bike rider and fighting what he knew were a series of losing battles with brain tumors. He raised a few hundred bucks for the ride and flew (from L.A.) to Texas for the experience of riding with Lance and a few thousand of his close personal friends, never thinking they'd meet. Lance actually searched him out before the ride and they had a quiet conversation alone for five minutes r.e. cancer & surviving & attitude.
My friend passed away about a year later, but that ride and meeting Lance meant a lot to him.
Say what you will, Lance may be a squid of the first order, but I'd prefer to believe there is a small bit of humanity in there somewhere trying to find a way out.
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