Within about 15 miles on the bike, she was gone. We trained together. All of our miles were together, same pace. But something about the race, she just completely turned into an animal.

It motivated us. I was always looking for an orange shirt.

The best bike I've ever been on is now gone.

The boy you trained, gone he is. Consumed by Darth Vader.

You get a lot of traction with the screws (on the bike wheels) It's fast, I've done 57 miles an hour on the four wheeler. It's a very dangerous sport. I saw some boy's back get all ripped up - because of the screws.

He didn't have 1,000 miles on that bike when he wrecked, ... That was the first bike he'd ever owned.