There was an article in the Times the other day complaining at the dearth of people studying history properly now. Popular history that we see on the TV is increasingly presented out of context – the standards of now are applied against the actions and behaviours at the time.
The same is true of decrying Simpson as a cheat. He rode no more or less fairly than the remainder of the peloton *at the time*, but what he did do on 13th July 1967 was the absolute extreme of a trait he had already shown many times in his career: he had the capacity to ride himself literally into unconsciousness; he could hurt himself more than others.
I rode the Ventoux two weeks ago. It came after 150km of four categorised climbs and two horrible stretches of false flat and headwind. It's brutally hard – the temperature was in the 30s. If someone had said to me "here, take this, this will make the suffering stop", I'd have taken it without a moment's hesitation. And still I tipped my cap to Simpson's memorial, to a man who had the ability to beat the best – look at his palmares – but whose capacity to hurt himself and his desire to win were just too much for him 42 years ago.
Wiggins is also a hero. The look on his face as he flew by us in Bedoin was of a man on a mission, and rode Mont Ventoux exactly like that. Chapeau, Bradley.