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Along for the (Wild) Ride
Rick Reilly
July 25, 2005
The first time I met Lance Armstrong was at a Tour de France press conference in 2001. He was waiting for his answers to be translated into French. I sneaked him a note asking for a one-on-one interview. He wrote something on it and handed it back. I've kept that note to this day.
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July 25, 2005

Along For The (wild) Ride

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"Probably, but it's time, man. I miss my [three] kids," said Armstrong, who was two when his birth father left home. "Today, out there, I saw the cutest little three-year-old girl with a disposable camera up to her face, waiting for the perfect picture to come along. That's how I know it's time to stop. I have a little girl who would be doing the very same thing, and I should be the dad standing next to her, rewinding the camera for her, you know?"

Sucks for us, though.

In the last 25 years there have been three great athletes who hauled their sports to places they had never been before. Gretzky took hockey to the American West and South. Tiger took golf to people of color. And Armstrong took cycling into the cancer wards, delivering hope. No U.S. athlete has ever done more good with his talent than the cocky kid from Texas.

So thanks, Lance. It was a wonderful ride.

Except, of course, in The Car.

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