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

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

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

I think cycling has always had a tradition of being a bit dapper, especially back in the day.

If you're not at the front, you're not in the race.

I've been proud to be national champion.