I Don't Believe
I Believe That That I Believe You Can’t Believe I Don’t That You Believe Believe Everyone That You Believe Should Believe Almost What I Believe No One Can Believe Is Worth Our Belief Simply Because You Believe In the Belief of One Believes Man Who You Will Always Believe. WHEN IT COMES TO TYLER HAMILTON, THE MOST CONTENTIOUS—AND, PERHAPS, MOST IMPORTANT— QUESTION ISN’T IF HE’S GUILTY OR INNOCENT OF DOPING, BUT WHY EACH OF US HAS CHOSEN A SIDE. BY CHRISTIE ASCHWANDEN ILLUSTRATED BY LOU BEACH 76 NOVEMBER 2007 n BICYCLING ILLUSTRATIONBICYCLING n NOVEMBER BY TK2007 77 “Wake up, Christie! Wake referred to as “these two difficult years.” Tyler’s father, Bill, was smiling, rather than shouting, at me until a few minutes ago. I had just shown him a group photo of Tyler, me and the rest of our 1993 University of Colorado cycling team. In the picture, we’re standing in Bill and Lorna Hamilton’s living room. We’ve just won the national collegiate champion- As he shouts, Tyler Hamilton’s father taps his fist on my forehead, ships at MIT, and Bill has thrown us a celebration bash at his as if knocking on a door. “Open your brain! Open. Your. Brain.” Marblehead, Massachusetts, home. UP!’’Bill Hamilton is a short, wiry man, and he has pushed himself so Bill located me in the photo, then tilted his eyebrows and close that he’s showering me with spittle. His bushy, gray handle- asked, “Where’s Quinn?” Quinn was a member of our five-man, bar moustache brushes my nose.
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