I'm Cycling To Take Cancer Message Worldwide.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

For 15 Years I Was A Complete Arsehole To A Dozen People. I Said I Would Try And Make It Right With Those People, And Anybody That Gave Me An Audience, I Was There.

To All The Cynics, I'm Sorry For You. I'm Sorry You Can't Believe In Miracles. This Is A Great Sporting Event And Hard Work Wins It.

I Got The Three Things I Wanted. I Did My Job, I Worked Hard In The Process, And I Cherish The Memories, And They're Mine.

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