Why Lance Armstrong Never Ceases to Bug the Bejeezus out of Me (Part 3 of....)

I'm trying to decide if I have enough nerve to send this letter to the editors of BICYCLING magazine. There are still 11 stages left in the Tour de France and still over 150 riders taking part, though you'd never know it from the magazine's coverage. What do you think?

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Dear Ms. Mooney:

Lance, Lance Lance Lance, Lance. Lance Lance Lance? Lance Lance, Lance Lance Lance Lance Lance Lance, Lance Lance, Lance Lance Lance Lance Lance Lance Lance. Lance...Lance Lance Lance Lance, Lance Lance Lance: Lance Lance Lance Lance. Lance Lance Lance Lance.

Or, at least, please bring back "The Sex Issue."

Kind regards

Dawn Severenuk
Madrid, Spain

(PS: Feel free to nick this idea. Maybe for once they'll get the hint.)