I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
My parents had us very young. We lived in a modest house. We built forts, we hiked, we went camping and they wanted us to be independent. It's how children grew up in the 1940s and 50s: outside all the time, playing in the dirt, riding your bike around.
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride.
I used to work in a bank when I was younger and to me it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining or the sun is shining or whatever: as long as I’m riding a bike I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
If you don't ride in the rain, you don't ride.
Don't buy upgrades, ride up grades.
Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?
When my legs hurt, I say: “Shut up legs! Do what I tell you to do!
The answer is hard work. What are you doing on Christmas Eve? Are you riding your bike? January 1st - are you riding your bike?
When you're a kid, all you really care about are Slurpees and Slip N Slide and riding your bike, and that's what I did.
I always go to bed thinking I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
The secret to mountain biking is pretty simple. The slower you go the more likely it is you'll crash.
