Portland, Oregon Won't Build A Mile Of

Motivation Can't Take You Very Far If You Don't Have The Legs.

The Europeans Look Down On Raising Your Hands. They Don't Like The End-zone Dance. I Think That's Unfortunate. That Feeling - The Finish Line, The Last Couple Of Meters - Is What Motivates Me.

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.

It Can't Be Any Simpler: The Farewell Is Going To Be On The Champs-elysees.

I Don't Think History Is Stupid.history Ultimately Rectifies A Lot Of These Things. If You Had To Ask Me What I Think Happens In 50 Years, I Don't Think It Sits Empty In 50 Years. Maybe Somebody Else's Name Is There. But You Can't Leave It Empty.