Hard Work, Sacrifice And Focus Will Never

I'm Cycling To Take Cancer Message Worldwide.

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

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

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

Nobody Wants To Hear How I Think I've Been Mistreated, Or How I Think My Punishment Should Be Lifted, Or Tweaked, Or Reduced. Nobody Wants To Hear Me Say That, Nobody Cares What I Think About This. I Get It.