I'm Sorry You Don't Believe In Miracles.

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.

Portland, Oregon Won't Build A Mile Of Road Without A Mile Of Bike Path. You Can Commute There, Even With That Weather, All The Time.

The Ban Is Completely Out Of My Hands. And I Think In Most People's Minds, Even If It's Unrealistic To Them, It's One That I Left Myself With No Choice On.

A Boo Is A Lot Louder Than A Cheer.

When You Know Your Not Going To Die, You Have To Ask Yourself... What's The Highest And Best Use For Myself.