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For the opening week of this year’s Tour de France, don’t expect to see me—unless I’m bringing bottles to the boys—at the front. The last time I raced the Tour in the north of France,…

“Drugs, give me drugs!” was the first thing I remember saying as I came to in an Italian ambulance. I knew I had crashed—that was obvious. The pain in my left shoulder and back was…

Before I knew anything about cycling, I knew about the Tour de France. In my final years of high school, and throughout my four years at the University of Michigan, I knew absolutely nothing about…