About

Live to ride, ride to live. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. Don't stop believing.

Languages used

• English language

Favorite saying

• "Something happens at around 92 miles an hour. Thunder headers drown out all sound. Engine vibration travels at a heart's rate. Field of vision funnels into the immediate. And suddenly you are not on the road - you're in it, a part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blown over as you pass. Sometimes I forget the rush of that, that's why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nuthin else to worry about, except what's right in front of you. Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold onto these simple moments - appreciate them a little more, there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you, finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying - that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things, your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole, those are the things to hold onto when you're broken. It's hard not to hate... People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart, turns him into something he's not, something he promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do, impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I burried my best friend three days ago. As cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box, a part I barely knew, part I'll never see again. Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if its a gift or a coffin."