-Hills kill me. In the granny gear; they just kill me.
- I rode Skyline Drive in Virginia last weekend and more people than you can shake a stick at dropped me like a hot rock in a hot rock dropping contest. But I'm seeking out those hills, for one day I will beat them.
- 1982, with jacket in hand I took off on my Schwinn and made it about 2 blocks before the wind blew the jacket right into my spokes. Busted kneecap, full cast and crutches for weeks.
- 1983, blew up a perfectly good tube & tire filling up with a gas station air pump and the loud pop put the fear of God in me for at least 8 hours.