I have also noticed that when a rider who had confidence in his ability was defeated, after doing his level best to win, always received an ovation from the gathering.

Life is too short for any man to hold bitterness in his heart.

In closing I wish to say that while I was sorely beset by a number of white riders in my racing days, I have also enjoyed the friendship of countless thousands of white men whom I class as among my closest friends.

Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

There will always be that dreadful monster prejudice to do extra battle against because of their color.

I do not believe there is any royal road to success as an athlete any more than there is to others in everyday life.

In a word I was a pioneer, and therefore had to blaze my own trail.