Nobody Is Going To Feel Sorry For

Anyone Who Imagines They Can Work Alone Winds Up Surrounded By Nothing But Rivals, Without Companions. The Fact Is, No One Ascends Alone.

There Were Something Like 50 Good, Arduous Climbs Around Nice, Solid Inclines Of Ten Miles Or More. The Trick Was Not To Climb Every Once In Awhile, But To Climb Repeatedly. I Would Do Three Different Climbs In One Day, Over The Course Of A Six- Or Seven-hour Ride. A 12 Mile Climb Took About An Hour, So That Tells You What My Days Were Like.

My Ruthless Desire To Win At All Costs Served Me Well On The Bike But The Level It Went To, For Whatever Reason, Is A Flaw. That Desire, That Attitude, That Arrogance.

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

Nobody Is Going To Feel Sorry For Me If I've Lost A Dollar Or $100m.