In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
My wife and I, we like to ride where there's not much traffic.
If it is possible, it is done. If it is impossible... it will be done.
But you come to a point in your life when you can't pull the trigger anymore.
I've been in a treatment center for drinkin'. I stayed for two days, then escaped.
My own judgment of how the world is gonna end is that there will be a country led by a madman that will build a nuclear bomb with so much force, so much power, that it will be dropped somewhere on the face of this earth and that the earth will lose its place.