Anything Is Possible, But You Have To

There Was More Happiness In The Process, In The Build, In The Preparation. The Winning Was Almost Phoned In.

I Rode, And I Rode, And I Rode. I Rode Like I Had Never Ridden, Punishing My Body Up And Down Every Hill I Could Find. I Rode When No One Else Would Ride.

My Cocktail, So To Speak, Was Only Epo, But Not A Lot, Transfusions And Testosterone.

Made Plenty Of Mistakes Along The Way - All Of Which I Am Truly Sorry.

There Were Something Like 50 Good, Arduous Climbs Around Nice, Solid Inclines Of Ten Miles Or More. The Trick Was Not To Climb Every Once In Awhile, But To Climb Repeatedly. I Would Do Three Different Climbs In One Day, Over The Course Of A Six- Or Seven-hour Ride. A 12 Mile Climb Took About An Hour, So That Tells You What My Days Were Like.