I don't care if Pantani's hematocrit was 60 (-ish).
I don't care if the bikes were made of metal and the rims were box section.
I don't care that helmets weren't mandated.
And neither should you!
Pantani flats, goes out the back, and gets attacked.
The Mercantone Uno boys ran a fucking leadout train ON A CLIMB!!!
What's better? Watching a bunch of guys with high-grade equine pharmaceuticals running through their veins, attacking the shit out of each other....
Watching and listening to Andy Schleck whinge and moan, constantly looking over his shoulder to see where Frank is?