That still shot of LA above gave me an epiphany. Around that same time, when I was kitted up and sitting outside a cafe, strangers would come up to me and ask if I were Lance.
Never mind that I was 30 pounds lighter, 12 years older, and 200 Watts slower. All we cyclists look alike to non-riders, I guessed.
Comparing two photos in the same year. It must have been the helmet and glasses. Doh!
