It’s 1993 — Stage 15 of the Tour de France, winding through the Pyrenees. The sun’s beating down, the road snakes like a ribbon through the hills, and there’s Miguel Indurain, “Miguelón,” sitting calmly in the peloton like he’s out for a Sunday ride instead of defending his fourth straight title. No grimace. No panic. Just that signature poker face under the helmet — half machine, half monk. The cameras caught moments you’d never see today — riders laughing mid-climb, passing around bottles of C