After his seven Tour de France wins, I thought my man-crush on Lance Armstrong couldn’t get any bigger or creepier. But that’s all changed—today I learned that Lance is an iSlate-obsessed gadget-head just like me.
Until I can climb with his panache, our shared taste in currently-phantom gadgetry is about as close as I’m going to get to becoming his best friend. I’m OK with that, barely. See you in line at the Apple Store, Lance. [Twitter]
