Disappointed

My husband has worked in the bicycle industry since his very first job.

Just after we got married he started a job at Trek bicycles.

Our whole life and livelihood has evolved around bicycles.

We have watched years and years of the Tour de France, cheering on the Americans. And above all . . . Lance.

For years KC has defended Lance Armstrong by asking why there hadn't been any positive results to the countless drug tests. We figured that something would have been found if he was guilty.

We did not idolize him. He was the biggest name in cycing. And since KC's job was to sell bicycles, a win for Lance was more sales for him. I'm sure a couple of our bonus company vacations were made easier by those wins.

 Lance was an inspirational story. He fought through so much just to survive. He started an amazing organization helping countless people through some of the hardest moments of their lives.

And instead of staying inspirational . . . he became a cheater, a liar and a bully.

One of the last things KC asked me to do this morning was to take the life-size poster off Cameron's bedroom wall.

We thought Lance would be an inspiration. Someone that KC could tell him about. Tell Cameron all the amazing things he is capable of doing with his life if he is willing to work hard for it.

And we will still tell him all of those things, but Lance will be taken out of it completely. And he's been taken off his bedroom wall.

He is now an example of what not to do with your life. Cheaters never win in the end.

And this . . . is the end.

Shoot!!! And I have a few bins of worthless Lance stuff in my basement . . . wonder if I can still get anything for it on eBay?