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I did some amateur racing back in the day. I used to hang with a guy who was a nationally ranked junior. He raced at the National Capital Open once, and was one of a small handful who kept up with the 7-11 pros (Davis Phinney was there I recall) until the last lap when he hit a street grate and flatted. That guy's body was a temple. No doping. On that day at least he was as fast as the top pros.
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