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Maybe Kevin thought that if he played the "Im innocent but I'll just accept the ban, cause I'm too old for this ****" card, that the cycling community would side with him. The "I'm not even going to argue with them cause what's the point" type stance. Well that little moral high ground trick didn't work.

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I actually had a memory of being bought an Ozone Therapy voucher for a birthday about 6 years ago. I have no clue if it is the same thing as here, but it is horse-digested exo-products, to use the pseudo-pscientific description. (I went cos it also involved a sports massage, before anyone asks)

 

Anyway, this is what happened:

 

I was asked to sit inside a contraption that was like one of those mini-saunas that Fat Bastard was in, if I remember correctly. The one that the doors open outwards. It was warm and comfortable, and quite pleasant, as saunas go. I then had two tubes shoved up my nose to deliver the Ozone, or whatever. After a while the nice lady told me that when the doors were opened my towels I had on would have 'specks of colour which would reflect the areas of problems within my organs'. I would have left then, but I was trapped in my oven.

 

Obviously when I was released, the towels were pearly white, being a perfect physical specimen. So I was very happy. The continous pain I have lived with for 20 years on and off in my spine went undetected. I was shocked.

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Maybe Kevin thought that if he played the "Im innocent but I'll just accept the ban, cause I'm too old for this ****" card, that the cycling community would side with him. The "I'm not even going to argue with them cause what's the point" type stance. Well that little moral high ground trick didn't work.

 

But how many people in the cycling community really give a damn? How many follow the elites? The majority will be riding at the bike park with their other halves and kids this weekend with Evans long forgotten about...

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I actually had a memory of being bought an Ozone Therapy voucher for a birthday about 6 years ago. I have no clue if it is the same thing as here, but it is horse-digested exo-products, to use the pseudo-pscientific description. (I went cos it also involved a sports massage, before anyone asks)

 

Anyway, this is what happened:

 

I was asked to sit inside a contraption that was like one of those mini-saunas that Fat Bastard was in, if I remember correctly. The one that the doors open outwards. It was warm and comfortable, and quite pleasant, as saunas go. I then had two tubes shoved up my nose to deliver the Ozone, or whatever. After a while the nice lady told me that when the doors were opened my towels I had on would have 'specks of colour which would reflect the areas of problems within my organs'. I would have left then, but I was trapped in my oven.

 

Obviously when I was released, the towels were pearly white, being a perfect physical specimen. So I was very happy. The continous pain I have lived with for 20 years on and off in my spine went undetected. I was shocked.

It could have been the rectal insufflation method.....which has me in a spot of bother as to how all the chemical brothers got treated....you know that old school code...and bro's till the end stuff and all....

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It could have been the rectal insufflation method.....which has me in a spot of bother as to how all the chemical brothers got treated....you know that old school code...and bro's till the end stuff and all....

How could they treat them with all their heads up their asses... :eek:
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I am up every morning at around 3:30. Out on the bike 4:30.

And the only guys you see training are the old ballies.

:thumbup:

Indeed, Spidey, indeed ????????

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Maybe Kevin thought that if he played the "Im innocent but I'll just accept the ban, cause I'm too old for this ****" card, that the cycling community would side with him. The "I'm not even going to argue with them cause what's the point" type stance. Well that little moral high ground trick didn't work.

It's rather a matter of dodging the legal fees involved to try and prove the "innocence"... And .. And..... The other sad sad BS...

And THEN....still loose..

Like when racing a bike and finding out competition is quite hard without the aid of synthetic talent....

Eeaaaoooooch!

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I was asked to sit inside a contraption that was like one of those mini-saunas that Fat Bastard was in, if I remember correctly. The one that the doors open outwards. It was warm and comfortable, and quite pleasant, as saunas go. I then had two tubes shoved up my nose to deliver the Ozone, or whatever. After a while the nice lady told me that when the doors were opened my towels I had on would have 'specks of colour which would reflect the areas of problems within my organs'. I would have left then, but I was trapped in my oven.

 

Years ago I was having a few weird medical issues. A homeopathic health shop eventually suggested I go see this one lady that scans your hand with a device which "reads your health markers" and reports back on what you need. After the scan the lady did her best Oracle impression and explained to me that my body was full of smoke and that was causing the problems. I don't smoke, never have not even once. No-one in my family smokes. No-one at work smokes. That'll be R500 please. Right.

 

To cure my smoke problems she suggested I buy a selection of tiny bottles filled with everything from dwarf farts to virgin dodo tears.

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I am up every morning at around 3:30. Out on the bike 4:30.

And the only guys you see training are the old ballies.

:thumbup:

because they dope so much they can train more?
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Years ago I was having a few weird medical issues. A homeopathic health shop eventually suggested I go see this one lady that scans your hand with a device which "reads your health markers" and reports back on what you need. After the scan the lady did her best Oracle impression and explained to me that my body was full of smoke and that was causing the problems. I don't smoke, never have not even once. No-one in my family smokes. No-one at work smokes. That'll be R500 please. Right.

 

To cure my smoke problems she suggested I buy a selection of tiny bottles filled with everything from dwarf farts to virgin dodo tears.

They almost sent you on the homo path.......kudos for staying strong...

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