I May Be In Timeout Forever. But

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.

Twenty-plus-year Career, 500 Drug Controls Worldwide, In And Out Of Competition. Never A Failed Test. I Rest My Case.

You Know What They Say, The High Trees Get The Wind.

I Take Nothing For Granted. I Now Have Only Good Days, Or Great Days.

I'm Sorry You Don't Believe In Miracles.