I was 185/70 in my serious racing days. You could count almost all of my ribs. I was sick a lot of the time. I still couldn't climb worth **** because 70kg is *still* just too much to haul up a mountain. Now I'm 86kg, never get sick, and feel like a fatty... but it's mostly due to injury downtime. Well, and getting old.
Oh, and it's Blair Athol 1988, sherry butt, for me right now.