What Makes A Great Endurance Athlete Is

So If There Is A Purpose To The Suffering That Is Cancer, I Think It Must Be This: It's Meant To Improve Us.

Yellow Wakes Me Up In The Morning. Yellow Gets Me On The Bike Every Day. Yellow Has Taught Me The True Meaning Of Sacrifice. Yellow Makes Me Suffer. Yellow Is The Reason I'm Here.

The Last Thing I'll Say For The People That Don't Believe In Cycling, The Cynics And The Sceptics, I'm Sorry For You. I'm Sorry You Can't Dream Big And I'm Sorry You Don't Believe In Miracles.

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. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

If You Worried About Falling Off The Bike, You'd Never Get On.