If I can't face my accusers, that's a joke. We did that in medieval times.

The last thing I'll say for the people that don't believe in cycling, the cynics and the sceptics, I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry you can't dream big and I'm sorry you don't believe in miracles.

Nobody wants to hear how I think I've been mistreated, or how I think my punishment should be lifted, or tweaked, or reduced. Nobody wants to hear me say that, nobody cares what I think about this. I get it.

The ban is completely out of my hands. And I think in most people's minds, even if it's unrealistic to them, it's one that I left myself with no choice on.

I didn't invent the culture, but I didn't try to stop the culture.

Made plenty of mistakes along the way - all of which I am truly sorry.

Everybody wants to know what I'm on. What am I on? I'm on my bike busting my ass six hours a day. What are you on?