Cycle Sport runs a longish feature on Frank Schleck, he of the airborn disaster (dit ees ein drama...) at the Tour de Suisse. At the end of the pool-side photo shoot, Schleck allegedly leaned toward a non-existent railing and pitched over into the pool, fully clothed, doodsmaking a cellphone and his passport. At this point, I think it must be asked: is he the new Gerald Ford of Cycling?
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