I Didn't Live A Lot Of Lies,

The Idea That Anybody Was Forced, Or Pressured, Or Encouraged, Is Not True.

Nobody Needs To Cry For Me. I'm Going To Be Great.

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.

Everything In My Life Is In Perspective. Ok, Perspective Ebbs And Flows. I've Had Bad Days, But They Weren't In The Last Years. A Bad Day Is 2 October 1996: 'we've Got Bad News For You, You've Got Advanced Testicular Cancer And You've Got A Coin's Toss Chance Of Survival.' That's A Bad Day.

My Actions And Reactions, And The Way I Treated Certain Scenarios, Were Way Out Of Line, So I Deserved Some Punishment.