If There Was A God, I'd Still

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.

Average Is Your Enemy.

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.

What Makes A Great Endurance Athlete Is The Ability To Absorb Potential Embarrassment, And To Suffer Without Complaint.

But, Listen, Eddie Merkyx Would Have Won Six Tours If He Hadn't Been Punched.