I Still Don't Get Golf.

I Am Just Coming Into My Best Years. This Year I Did New Things; Stretching And Abdominal Work.

There Were No Shortcuts, I Realized. It Took Years Of Racing To Build Up The Mind And Body And Character Until A Rider Had Logged Hundreds Of Races And Thousands Of Miles Of Road. I Wouldn't Be Able To Win A Tour De France Until I Had Enough Iron In My Legs, And Lungs, And Brain And Heart.

The Team Wasn't Just Riders. It Was The Mechanics, Masseurs, Chefs, Soigneurs, And Doctors. But The Most Important Man On The Team May Have Been The Chiropractor.

If You Go To Wikipedia And You Look At The Tour De France, There's This Huge Block In World War One With No Winners, And There's Another Block In World War Two. And Then It Seems Like There's Another World War.

Pain Is Temporary. Eventually It Will Subside. If I Quit, However, The Surrender Stays With Me.