I Thought I Knew What Fear Was,

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.

What Matters Is Ultimately What Collectively Those People On The Street - Whether That's The Cycling Community, The Cancer Community - It Matters What They Think.

When You Know Your Not Going To Die, You Have To Ask Yourself... What's The Highest And Best Use For Myself.

I Rode, And I Rode, And I Rode. I Rode Like I Had Never Ridden, Punishing My Body Up And Down Every Hill I Could Find. I Rode When No One Else Would Ride.

That Was My Decision, So I Have To Be Responsible For That. It Was One Of The Biggest Mistakes Of My Life And I Don't Have A Good Reason For Why I Wanted To Come Back, I Don't Have A Good Reason For Doing It All.