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.
I am a lucky, lucky person.
Harley-Davidson is the finest company in the world.
If it is possible, it is done. If it is impossible... it will be done.
All my life people have been waiting around to watch me die.
I can say the Lord's prayer in 10 seconds.