It's the temptations of the Faustian pact that makes professional cycling such an appealing subject. All the column inches on Armstrong derive from that premise, I'm surprised it's not become an opera.
The untainted hero is neglected in comparison. There is always a Corinthian ideal, and the cognoscenti have their favourites. But there is always the question of a flaw in the makeup of those who never step up to the plate as a senior pro.
There are those who think purity and commerce can be reconciled, and Greg Lemond means the world to them.