The Secret Race: Inside The Hidden World Of The Tour De France: Doping, Cover-ups, And Winning At…

Hardcover | May 5, 2015

byTyler Hamilton

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • WINNER OF THE WILLIAM HILL SPORTS BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARD

The Secret Race is a definitive look at the world of professional cycling—and the doping issue surrounding this sport and its most iconic rider, Lance Armstrong—by former Olympic gold medalist Tyler Hamilton and New York Times bestselling author Daniel Coyle.
 
Over the course of two years, Coyle conducted more than two hundred hours of interviews with Hamilton and spoke candidly with numerous teammates, rivals, and friends. The result is an explosive book that takes us, for the first time, deep inside a shadowy, fascinating, and surreal world of unscrupulous doctors, anything-goes team directors, and athletes so relentlessly driven to succeed that they would do anything—and take any risk, physical, mental, or moral—to gain the edge they need to win.
 
Tyler Hamilton was once one of the world’s best-liked and top-ranked cyclists—a fierce competitor renowned among his peers for his uncanny endurance and epic tolerance for pain. In the 2003 Tour de France, he finished fourth despite breaking his collarbone in the early stages—and grinding eleven of his teeth down to the nerves along the way. He started his career with the U.S. Postal Service team in the 1990s and quickly rose to become Lance Armstrong’s most trusted lieutenant, and a member of his inner circle. For the first three of Armstrong’s record seven Tour de France victories, Hamilton was by Armstrong’s side, clearing his way. But just weeks after Hamilton reached his own personal pinnacle—winning the gold medal at the 2004 Olympics—his career came to a sudden, ignominious end: He was found guilty of doping and exiled from the sport.
 
From the exhilaration of his early, naïve days in the peloton, Hamilton chronicles his ascent to the uppermost reaches of this unforgiving sport. In the mid-1990s, the advent of a powerful new blood-boosting drug called EPO reshaped the world of cycling, and a relentless, win-at-any-cost ethos took root. Its psychological toll would drive many of the sport’s top performers to substance abuse, depression, even suicide. For the first time ever, Hamilton recounts his own battle with clinical depression, speaks frankly about the agonizing choices that go along with the decision to compete at a world-class level, and tells the story of his complicated relationship with Lance Armstrong.
 
A journey into the heart of a never-before-seen world, The Secret Race is a riveting, courageous act of witness from a man who is as determined to reveal the hard truth about his sport as he once was to win the Tour de France.

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • WINNER OF THE WILLIAM HILL SPORTS BOOK OF THE YEAR AWARDThe Secret Race is a definitive look at the world of professional cycling—and the doping issue surrounding this sport and its most iconic rider, Lance Armstrong—by former Olympic gold medalist Tyler Hamilton and New York Times bestselling author Daniel ...

Tyler Hamilton is a former professional bike racer, Olympic gold medalist, and NCAA champion. He raced professionally from 1995 to 2008 and now runs his own company, Tyler Hamilton Training LLC, in Boulder, Colorado. He lives in Missoula, Montana, with his wife, Lindsay, and his dog, Tanker.   Daniel Coyle is the New York Times bestsel...

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:304 pages, 9.61 × 6.44 × 1.12 inPublished:May 5, 2015Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from The secret race Tyler hamilton wad no innocent by stander on the darker side of pro cycling. He shows how easy and necessary it was to "dope" to be part of the brotherhood . I did ask myself what i would do, and i think I would have done much the same as he did.
Date published: 2015-05-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Honest and insightful Tyler Hamilton does a terrific job of revealing the ugly and dark side of pro cycling. His experiences are enlightening and seem to come from the heart. A wonderful read for the pro cycling fan.
Date published: 2015-03-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pushing it to the limit Wow. An amazing read into how far you'll go to win.
Date published: 2013-09-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book This is a well written book that tells the real story from the pro peloton. But be warned, you will never look at a pro race the same again.
Date published: 2013-06-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A must read for cycling or triathlon fans An excellent look at the drug-doping culture of the cycling world, and ruthlessness of Lance Armstrong. One may not like the fact that these cyclists cheated, but you understand why they went down that path.
Date published: 2013-04-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Secret Race Completely captivated me! Read it from start to finish in 72 hrs! Just couldn't put it down. Felt the raw emotions coming right off the page. My favourite read in years!
Date published: 2013-01-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Riveting Exposé Although I knew doping happened, it was disappointing to discover the scope of it. Even sadder was the realization that many excellent riders who refused to "play the game" were denied an opportunity to participate. Our "win at all cost" helped create this situation. This book was not just about Tyler Hamilton or Lance Armstrong. It was an indictment of the entire system. I do not consider Tyler a hero, but he was brave in writing this book. He endured threats and accusations but was not dissuaded. In light of recent events, he was proven right. Perhaps worst of all is the conduct of Lance Armstrong. He exemplifies the definition of a narcissist. He attempted to ruthlessly destroy anyone who got in his way. Anyone who was not with him was against him. He denied any culpability until he realized there was no choice. His televised confession lacked any semblance of true remorse. I hope we all come away from this book with a more realistic view of today's superstars.
Date published: 2013-01-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Sad but true As far as we know, after reading this book, it appears that Hamilton put his heart into this book. He had nothing left to lose and his credibility to gain. Postal racing was flawed from the start and Armstrongs meglomaniacle ego, arrogance and bullying tactics were all that mattered for him to win. Too bad an entire sport has to be painted with such a large brush. But they did it to themselves, and continue to do so. Overall it's a real insight into pro racing from a very dark place.
Date published: 2013-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wow!!!!!!! Fantastic book to look at behind the Sean's of cycling and what really is going on. Even if you Erie not a cycling fan this book is a great read and opens your eyes to what it takes to compete at the highest levels.
Date published: 2012-12-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Read From a family of cyclists all I can say is 4 readers read this book in 4 weeks! And then we passed it on. It has now been 2 months and the seventh person is just about finished. If you are a cyclist or have an interest in pro cycling this is definitely a book to read.
Date published: 2012-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An incredibly honest piece I just finished reading Hamilton's book and I had to take the time to write something about it. Firstly, the book, from beginning to end is very entertaining, engaging and is written in an easy to follow narrative. It was hard to put down. Secondly, if you've been following what's been going on in the cycling world, or want to have a unique understanding of what compels athletes or others in tremendously stressful situations to make harsh choices (in this case doping or drugs), then you will appreciate this book. Thirdly, not going by just what this author wrote about Lance Armstrong, but I certainly have a different picture of him. Even if there's 10% honestly in what's written here, you'll see a different type of Armstrong...very different than the one that the mainstream media portrays. Overall, whether you are an athlete or not, you will appreciate this book and will gain a valuable insight into the world of sports and heavy competition form one of the finest athletes in the sport of cyling! Enjoy.
Date published: 2012-10-09
Rated out of 5 by from Curious as to why this isn't available today? I've checked online and in-store and no one could say why.
Date published: 2012-09-05

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Read from the Book

As a bike racer, over time you develop the skill of keeping a poker face. No matter how extreme a sensation you feel—no matter how close you are to cracking—you do everything in your power to mask it. This matters in racing, when hiding your true condition from your opponents is a key to success, since it discourages them from attacking. Feel paralyzing pain? Look relaxed, even bored. Can’t breathe? Close your mouth. About to die? Smile. I’ve got a pretty good poker face; Lance has a great one. But there’s one guy who’s better than either of us: Johan Bruyneel. And it was never so well used as that night at the end of the 2000 Dauphiné, when he told me about the plans for the blood transfusion. I’d heard about transfusions before, but it was always theoretical and distant—as in, can you believe that some guys actually bank their blood, then put it back in before a race? It seemed weird, Frankenstein- ish, something for Iron Curtain Olympic androids in the eighties. But Johan, when he explained the plan during the Dauphiné, made it sound normal, even boring. He’s good at making the outrageous sound normal—it might be his greatest skill. It’s something in his expression, in the certainty of his big Belgian voice, in the supremely casual way he shrugs while laying out the details of the plan. Whenever I watch the likable gangsters on The Sopranos, I think of Johan. As Johan explained it, Lance, Kevin, and I would fly to Valencia. We would donate a bag of blood, which would be stored, and we’d fl y home the next day. Then, at a key point during the Tour, we’d put the bag back in, and we’d get a boost. It would be like taking EPO, except better: there were rumors of an EPO test being developed for the 2000 Olympics, and word was, they might be using the test during the Tour. I listened to Johan, nodded, gave him my poker face. When I told Haven about it, she gave me the poker face right back (wives get good at it, too). But part of me was thinking, What the hell? Maybe that’s why I was late the Tuesday morning we left for Valencia. There was no reason to be late—everybody knew Lance despised lateness above all things—but on that crucial morning we were running late by a full ten minutes. I raced our little Fiat through the narrow streets of Villefranche; Haven was hanging on to the oh-shit bars, asking me to slow down. I kept speeding up. It was eight miles to the airport in Nice. During the trip, my cell phone rang three times. Lance. Dude, where are you? What’s going on? We’re about to take off. How fast can that fucking car of yours go? Come on! We screeched into the airport parking lot; I walked through the security area and onto the runway. I’d never been on a private jet before, so I took in the scene: the leather seats, the television, the little fridge, the steward asking me if I would like anything to drink. Lance acted casual, as if private jets were routine—which for him, they were. He’d been riding them fairly constantly since the previous July, courtesy of Nike, Oakley, Bristol-Myers Squibb, and the other corporations who were competing for the privilege of ferrying him around. The numbers were unbelievable. USA Today estimated Lance’s income at $7.5 million, he was getting paid $100,000 per speech, and his new memoir, It’s Not About the Bike, was an instant best seller. You could feel the flow of money, the new possibilities it opened. Now we didn’t have to drive to Valencia. We didn’t have to worry about customs or airport security. The jet, like everything else, was now part of our tool box. The engines revved, the wheels went up, and we were airborne. Below, we could see the Côte d’Azur, the mansions, the yachts; it felt surreal, like a fantasy world. In the plane, my lateness was forgiven. Lance was confident, happy, excited, and it was contagious. The confident feeling increased when we landed in Valencia and were met on the runway by the Postal team: Johan, Pepe Martí, and del Moral. They showed up with sandwiches, bocadillos—it was important to have a little something in our stomachs beforehand. From the airport, we drove south for half an hour through a marshland as Johan and del Moral talked about the transfusion. It would be so simple, they said. So easy. Extremely safe, nothing at all to worry about. I noticed Johan talked more to Kevin and me than to Lance, and that Lance didn’t seem to pay attention; I got the feeling this wasn’t Lance’s first transfusion. We pulled up near the village of Les Gavines at a beached whale of a hotel called the Sidi Saler, luxurious and quiet, free of the tourists who’d be arriving later in summer. We’d already been checked in; we took the elevator up to the fifth floor, moving through the deserted hallways. Kevin and I were directed into one room facing the parking lot; Lance got his own room next door. I had expected to see a sophisticated medical setup, but this looked more like a junior- high science experiment: a blue soft- sided cooler, a few clear plastic IV bags, cotton balls, some clear tubing, and a sleek digital scale. Del Moral took over. Lie on the bed, roll up your sleeve, give me your arm. Relax. He tied a blue elastic band below my biceps, set an empty transfusion bag on a white towel on the floor next to the bed, and wiped the inside of my elbow with an alcohol swab. Then the needle. I’d seen a lot of needles, but this one was huge—about the size and shape of a coffee stirrer. It was attached to a syringe that was in turn attached to clear tubing that led to the waiting bag, with a small white thumb wheel to control flow. I looked away; felt the needle go in. When I looked again, my blood was pumping steadily into the bag on the floor. You often hear “blood transfusion” tossed around in the same breath as “EPO” or “testosterone,” as if it’s all equivalent. Well, it’s not. With the other stuff, you swallow a pill or put on a patch or get a tiny injection. But here you’re watching a big clear plastic bag slowly fill up with your warm dark red blood. You never forget it. I looked over to see Kevin hooked up in the same way. We could see our reflections on the closet-door mirror. We tried to cut the tension by comparing the speed with which our respective bags were filling: Why are you going so slow? I’m dropping you, dude. Johan shuttled between the rooms, checking on us, making small talk. Every so often Pepe or del Moral would kneel down and take the bag in their hands, tilting it gently back and forth, mixing it with anticoagulant. They were gentle because, as they explained, the red blood cells were alive. If the blood was mishandled— shaken or heated, or left in a refrigerator beyond four weeks or so—the cells would die. Filling the bags took about fifteen or twenty minutes. The bags plumped up until the scale showed we were done: one pint, 500 milliliters. Then, unhook: needle out. Cotton ball, pressure. Bags taped closed, labeled, and tucked into the blue cooler. Del Moral and Pepe headed out; they didn’t say where, but we guessed it was to the clinic in Valencia and the refrigerator there, where the bags would be stored until we needed them three weeks later at the Tour.  

Editorial Reviews

“Loaded with bombshells and revelations.”—VeloNews“The holy grail for disillusioned cycling fans . . . The book’s power is in the collective details, all strung together in a story that is told with such clear-eyed conviction that you never doubt its veracity. . . . The Secret Race isn’t just a game changer for the Lance Armstrong myth. It’s the game ender.”—Outside   “[An] often harrowing story . . . the broadest, most accessible look at cycling’s drug problems to date.”—The New York Times  “ ‘If I cheated, how did I get away with it?’ That question, posed to SI by Lance Armstrong five years ago, has never been answered more definitively than it is in Tyler Hamilton’s new book.”—Sports Illustrated   “Explosive.”—The Daily Telegraph (London)