The knowing look comes first, then a glimmer of a smirk, before the question is stuttered out. "Do you think, you know, that he's doping?" a new acquaintance might ask, or "how clean actually are they? Do you know anything?"
It is inevitable. It feels like one of the first things anyone wants to ask me as soon as they find out I write about cycling, specifically pro cycling, for a living. It's right there in the public consciousness, from die-hard fans, to people who might be able to name Bradley Wiggins at a push.
