The CyclingNews reports further on Bjorn Leukemans' positive for testosterone as he continues to claim that this latest test result comes from the same natural imbalance that produced a similar finding in 2001 and again in 2006, both of which he was cleared of:
"I had the same problem in the year 2001," he told HLN. "It seems that the values between testosterone and epitestosterone are too high in my body. That was the case then as it is now. In 2001, I underwent a special test for this at a lab in Cologne, Germany. I was then cleared of all charges."
"According to the last test, I would have used a prohibited gel. However, I deny that most definitely," he stated, noting that, "I knew that there would be a control before the Worlds. Why would I be so dumb as to use testosterone, knowing that? Besides, the scientists say this product does not make you go any faster. You don't run a red light when the policeman is standing right there. I'm not that dumb!"
Leukenmans, who was suspended by his team, states he will fight the result through the courts if need be and will also have his "B" sample tested in different labs.
The VeloNews writes that Cristian Moreni got a two year suspension for testing postive for testosterone at this year's Tour de France.
The Grand Rapids Press can't seem to help cooking up a "turkey" of a snark.We're thankful it was short.
Steve's Peeves & Affinities wanted to keep up his blogging on the Landis case, but he has been wrestling with Word Press as his moves his old blog entries and has had to make compromises. Congrats on the new edition to the family by the way.
Top Dog Cycling read the Pedal Magazine article that inspired "Dopers Must be Stoned" by Floyd Landis. TD feels all should read the Landis op-ed piece, and that Floyd's reasoning is sound. Bring it on indeed.
Thought for the Day
Best of all is to preserve everything in a pure, still heart, and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving, and for every breath a song.
-Konrad von Gesner-
TBV thought he was being lazy, driving to the base of Mt. Diablo to save some time. About 2/3rd of the way up, he heard sound like a cyclist talking, but it was coming up faster than seemed likely. Then, he blew by me, at 30 mph grabbing onto the mirror of a white pickup truck. Wearing my Phonak tights and Phonak jersey, I gathered all my righteous indignation and yelled at him, "Cheater!". I think I heard him laugh as he vanished up into the distance. Maybe it was Levi.
The other new experience was sweat from my gloves freezing on the brake levers coming down. Sort of like Flick freezing his tongue to the light pole.