Nothing Goes To Waste, You Put It

The Tour (de France) Is Essentially A Math Problem, A 2,000-mile Race Over Three Weeks That's Sometimes Won By A Margin Of A Minute Or Less. How Do You Propel Yourself Through Space On A Bicycle, Sometimes Steeply Uphill, At A Speed Sustainable For Three Weeks? Every Second Counts.

My Career Is Going To Be Played Out Year By Year. Will I Be Here In 2004? I Don't Know. The Record Won't Keep Me Here. Happiness Will.

Nothing Goes To Waste, You Put It All To Use, The Old Wounds And Long-ago Slights Become The Stuff Of Competitive Energy.

I Don't Need A Field Of A Thousand People. Anybody Can Tell You That Whoever Needs Help, I'm Happy To Help.

Giving Up Was Never An Option