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“The Tour (de France) is essentially a math problem, a 2,000-mile race over three weeks that's sometimes won by a margin of a minute or less. How do you propel yourself through space on a bicycle, sometimes steeply uphill, at a speed sustainable for three weeks? Every second counts.”

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Lance Armstrong

Lance Armstrong, born on September 18, 1971, is a renowned professional road racing cyclist. He is best known for his exceptional achievements in the professional cycling circuit, particularly his seven consecutive victories in the Tour de France. Armstrong's career was marked by challenges and controversies, and his victory over cancer also made him an inspirational figure. more

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