One more of Vaughters' merry band of ex-dopers is set to expose the true flavours of the cookies they had on the dark side, who ate, and who the cooks were at the wielerploeg: Thomas Dekker
They do anything just to win a salami in ridiculous races. I take my gear out of the car and put my bike together. Tourists and locals are watching from sidewalk cafes. Non-racers. The emptiness of those lives shocks me. It was the illest of times, it was the dopest of times. And we looked damn good. Actually the autobus broke down somewhere on the Mortirolo.