Lemond goes after UCI president McQuaid’s job. Is Greg Neo?
What’s the right analogy or metaphor for what’s happening right now in professional cycling? The wolves are at the gate? The rebels are storming the palace? The Death Star is losing power? The Matrix has been exposed?
How about Greg Lemond, three time Tour de France winner — the only American champion — bitch slaps Patrick McQuaid and knocks the glass of Irish whiskey right out of his hand?
It’s been less than two months since Travis Tygard and his USADA boys blew up the Lance Armstrong legend. The shock waves following the Reasoned Decision are only getting stronger and the effects crazier. We’re officially off the Richter scale and into the Twilight Zone.
Today Lemond announced that he wants UCI president McQuaid’s job. “It is now or never to act,” LeMond said in an interview with the Le Monde newspaper. “After the earthquake caused by the Armstrong case, another chance will not arise.”
Members of Change Cycling Now asked Lemond to run for the office and he’s accepted the challenge. “I’m ready. I was asked and I accepted,” LeMond said. “If we want to restore public confidence and sponsors, we must act quickly and decisively. Otherwise, cycling will die. Riders do not understand that if we continue like this, there will soon be no money in cycling.”
Imagine you’re Mad Pat and you’re sitting in your well-appointed office at UCI headquarters in Aigle, Switzerland. Before Travis Tygart, life was good and you had a job for life. The UCI was your private club and you set your own rules.
Just to prove you’re still the King, you slap that irritating journalist Paul Kimmage with a lawsuit to shut him up about your incompetence and corruption. Guy is out of work, no funds to defend himself, this kind of intimidation always works!
Only those goddamn scumbag bloggers at Cyclismas and Race Radio start a defense fund and in short order, Kimmage has almost $100,000 grand worth of legal smack and he counter-sues. Shit hits fan in Switzerland.
Then that freakin’ publicity hound Jaimie Fuller who runs SKINS decides to sue you, too. As a significant financial sponsor of pro cycling, he’s decided you’ve exhibited gross misconduct, dereliction of duty and a consistent pattern of failure in confronting the doping problem. The dude makes compression wear and he’s decided to squeeze you out of the sport.
It’s like the aftershocks won’t quit. Bad enough that Greg Lemond is writing you a public letter demanding you resign and calling you a hack and a cancer. No, now all those bastards start organizing together and you have to install a new security alarm at your house. It’s like a feeding frenzy now with those journalists.
Now Lemond, Kimmage, Fuller, Bike Pure, that traitor Ashenden, Cyclismas and Vaughters hold a summit in London called Change Cycling Now. Man, Pat is thinking I sure miss the days when Bruyneel and I could just cut backroom deals and score a few “gifts.” Johan was right — these people are nothing but “douches.”
We’re witnessing the impending overthrow of the dictatorship. The Wall is coming down, Rome is on fire, the Matrix has been revealed. As Morpheus tells Neo: “You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
This story isn’t ending. We are peddling down the rabbit hole and Pat McQuaid will soon be gone.