Cycling's discussion has returned to, gasp! The racing. Boring isn't it? But that's a good thing.
Still, I sometimes miss the doping era. So much skullduggery. So many crybaby pros. So much wailing and gnashing of teeth by the forum monkeys as they analysed every winning performance to within an inch of its VAM. It was fun in a self harming way.
Where are you UCI Overlord?
Today? We're left with the usual suspects who still can't move on taking Tweetshots at Lance Armstrong for the past and Chris Froome for the present.
The doping conversation has transferred to cycling's version of the bush leagues. The performances of riders we've only vaguely heard of in far flung places with exotic names and incredible scenery.
Those stuck down the rabbit hole of doping culture in cycling now watch the Tour de Langkawi or Tour of Turkey. And while learning how to pronounce Pourseyedigolakhour obsess about his past positive and suspension for EPO.
They are left with ruefully shaking their heads at riders like the the guy in the image above. Venezuelan Jimmy Briceno, who in January won the Vuelta a Tachira for a second time. You've heard of him and the race, right?
In an attempt to make to to the second rung of pro cycling it appears Briceno had the local pharmacia on speed dial, testing for a hematocrit of 63 per cent to blow his chance at a ride with the ProContinental Androni Giocattoli-Venezuela team.
The election of Brian Cookson as president of the UCI was undoubtedly the turning point for the cycling conversation. He's made the right noises and backed those up with openness and a change of direction for cycling's governing body. The ship is being righted.
Now we argue about the racing. The messy schedule, the arcane administration of the rules and fill the doping void with concerns about why #SKYvOGE shouldn't be referred to as an Ashes.
Still, it's quiet. Too quiet?