I was 21 years old in Massachussetts in 1983 when I sold my little used VW Beetle and took my summer job money and went to France to meet some exchange student friends in Bretagne for a reunion. But I made a point of being in Paris for the finals of the Tour de France. I was also a mediocre amateur bike racer but was passionate about the Tour. It was such a thrill to be there for the finals as I fought my way through the crowd to be near the finish line, and Laurent Fignon won and was a total champion. I always remember that moment, and the speed in which the riders made their way around the final laps. I was just thinking about him and that moment a few days ago where I live in Los Angeles. I found out about his passing while reading the Boston Globe online. Fignon was a real champion, you can't argue with that in light of all that passes in the sport nowadays. I'll never forget him for that moment in Paris, what a wonderful trip I took for an amazing $400. in my pocket back then, and his efforts remain, for me, a priceless memory. Peace to his family and friends.