Obviously, I Come From One Background, And

I Still Don't Get Golf.

It Works Better For Me To Be Nervous And Hungry.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour. I Want To Cross One Last Finish Line As My Wife And My Ten Children Applaud, And Then I Want To Lie Down In A Field Of Those Famous French Sunflowers And Gracefully Expire, The Perfect Contradiction To My Once Anticipated Poignant Early Demise.

When I Made The Decision - When My Team-mates Made That Decision, When The Whole Peloton Made That Decision - It Was A Bad Decision And An Imperfect Time. But It Happened.

I'm Cycling To Take Cancer Message Worldwide.