My house is burned, but I can see the sky.

Losing and dying: it's the same thing.

How do you fight an invisible opponent like suspicion?

Anything is possible. You can be told that you have a 90-percent chance or a 50-percent chance or a 1-percent chance, but you have to believe, and you have to fight.

I rode, and I rode, and I rode. I rode like I had never ridden, punishing my body up and down every hill I could find. I rode when no one else would ride.

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?

Chasing records doesn't keep me on my bike. Happiness does.