A Bicycle Is The Long-sought Means Of

The Europeans Look Down On Raising Your Hands. They Don't Like The End-zone Dance. I Think That's Unfortunate. That Feeling - The Finish Line, The Last Couple Of Meters - Is What Motivates Me.

Losing ... Really Does Say Something About Who You Are. Among Other Things It Measures Are: Do You Blame Others, Or Do You Own The Loss? Do You Analyze Your Failure, Or Just Complain About Bad Luck? If You're Willing To Examine Failure, And To Look Not Just At Your Outward Physical Performance, But Your Internal Workings, Too, Losing Can Be Valuable. How You Behave In Those Moments Can Perhaps Be More Self-defining Than Winning Could Ever Be. Sometimes Losing Shows You For Who You Really Are.

I Raced Because I Was Paid To Do A Job And I Felt Like I Had To Do The Job. Number Two: I Raced Because I Loved The Process, I Loved Training, Getting Ready For The Race, I Loved All Of That. And Number Three I Raced For My Memories. Regardless Of What Somebody Wants To Give Or Take Away, You Can't Take My Memories.

It Works Better For Me To Be Nervous And Hungry.

There Was Certainly A Dishonesty There That I Think Is Totally Regrettable And Inexcusable. The Ringleading, The Bullying: Not Totally True.