The day it all changed. The day I stated never to take anything for granted. The day I learned to take charge of my life. It was the day I was diagnosed with cancer.

If you worried about falling off the bike, you'd never get on.

It's frustrating in the sense that I still think I could be competing at some sport at a fairly high level, which nobody cares about. Nobody wants to hear me say that.

I'm not willing to put a percentage on the chances but I will no longer rule it out.

Portland, Oregon won't build a mile of road without a mile of bike path. You can commute there, even with that weather, all the time.

No one automatically gives you respect just because you show up. You have to earn it

The Europeans look down on raising your hands. They don't like the end-zone dance. I think that's unfortunate. That feeling - the finish line, the last couple of meters - is what motivates me.