He treats the bike like an old mean bitch that deserves it.
When it’s hurting you that’s when you can make a difference.
It doesn’t get any easier, you just get faster.
When I go to bed at night, I hope they are gone the next morning, but they are still there the next morning.
Ride as much or as little, or as long or as short as you feel. But ride.
His shiny ice flashes like the sword of Athens in the setting French evening sun.
Livingston wants to give it to Armstrong, but Armstrong would rather have it from behind by Hamilton.
I knew we had to drive on cobblestones, but I didn’t know they had thrown them down from a helicopter.
Shut up it was blowing out there and there was also a Spaniard who did not have learned that with not pissing against the wind. So he pissed and I got his piss on my leg. So I was not entirely happy with that.
I won! I won! I don’t have to go to school anymore.
If you worried about falling off the bike, you’d never get on.
Isn’t it great to see so many men in bike shorts?
Sometimes it’s strange being me. I travel the world meeting people, I’m surrounded with friends and my life is full, but all the time I am confronted by a young man I have nothing in common with. He is me, but he is not me now. In fact I have been me now for longer than I was him, but no one wants to know about me.
We just have to go out and shout as loud as we can
We’ve crazy about cycling. We just so like it.
Don’t buy upgrades, ride up grades.
If you brake, you don’t win.
The bicycle has a soul. If you succeed to love it, it will give you emotions that you will never forget.
Virenque is riding. He (Aldag, ed.) stands perfectly still. He stands still as a German tree in the Harz.
Shut up legs
Now they just have to stop coming up with all sorts of weird ideas. You do not know what the next thing they think we should do is. Whether we’re going to run through fire or something. I sat and thought a bit about an idea one could give to them. Maybe the day after tomorrow or in a few days, they will do a stage where we do not know when there are goals. They say it is between 1 cm. and 300 km. and then all of a sudden it’s some man with a flag – maybe a dwarf. And then the stage is over.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
All I got from van Looy and his cronies was ridicule, not one piece of help or advice. They were very unfair, I was still just a naive young boy really. With Peugeot, and es[Simpson]pecially with Tom [Simpson], it was completely different.
Cyclists live with pain. If you can’t handle it you will win nothing.