Nobody Needs To Cry For Me. I'm

If I Can't Face My Accusers, That's A Joke. We Did That In Medieval Times.

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.

Well, You Better Ride Like You Stole Something 'cause You Are About To Win A Stage In The Tour De Fance.

The Unwillingness To Accept Anything Short Of Victory, That Underlying Fury, Is The Fundamental Building Block Of My Bottomless Motivation To Succeed. It Is My Credo In All That I Do In Life From Battling Cancer To Bicycle Racing.

I Realize That There Are Many Variables Outside My Control In My Quest, But Focusing On The Big Goal Down The Road Really Motivates Me. To Help Me Stay Focused, I Set Micro-goals Such As Races Or Training Achievements That Bring Me One Step Closer To Being At My Best For Major Goals