My epiphany came in that police cell: I realized I was about to lose everything and it didn't bother me, not in the slightest. I'd come to hate cycling because I blamed it for the lie I was living.

I'm an accumulation of every single thing I've done, good and bad.

I was awarded 'Most Aggressive Rider of the Day', generally given to the most spectacular loser of the day.

There will always be cheaters. It is human nature. It will never be 100 percent clean, in any sport.

I like my hands. Which is lucky as I have to spend all day looking at them on the handlebars.

Cycling is based so much on form, on aesthetics, on class - the way you carry yourself on the bike, the sort of technique you have.

I had grown used to getting a pat on the back and being told after a good result: 'Well done, David - you should be happy, you're the first clean rider.