Looking at Lance piccies to cheer myself up. I love this man. And (beware: cheesy slogan alarm!) he's such an inspiration.
And apparently so happy, too.

Seeing this glorious pic, I am reminded of the first paragraph of "It's not about the bike":

"I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.

I want to cross one last finish line as my stud wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire, the perfect contradiction to my once-anticipated poignant early demise."

That man rocks.