These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.

[T]he race is long - to finish first, first you must finish.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?

Can we not will ourselves to achieve the impossible? Can we not use the power of our life force to change something: one small thing, one insignificant moment, one breath, one gesture? Is there nothing we can do to change what is around us?

Racing is about discipline and intelligence, not about who has the heavier foot. The one who drives smart will always win in the end.

We are all afforded our physical existence so we can learn about ourselves.