Average Is Your Enemy.

The Tour (de France) Is Essentially A Math Problem, A 2,000-mile Race Over Three Weeks That's Sometimes Won By A Margin Of A Minute Or Less. How Do You Propel Yourself Through Space On A Bicycle, Sometimes Steeply Uphill, At A Speed Sustainable For Three Weeks? Every Second Counts.

We Are Much Better Than We Know.

It's Ironic, I Used To Ride My Bike To Make A Living. Now I Just Want To Live So That I Can Ride.

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.

Athletes Don't Have Much Use For Poking Around In Their Childhoods, Because, Introspection Doesn't Get You Anywhere In A Race.