My epiphany came in that police cell: I realised I was about to lose everything and it didn't bother me, not in the slightest. I'd come to hate cycling because I blamed it for the lie I was living.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
As a kid growing up - I can see now - it didn't matter what I did, as long as it was something I could be really good at. Cycling just happened to be the opportunity that came along.
It is cycling as a professional sport that represents the problem. It can transform someone into a liar.
There are so many people who have died of cycling, and that didn't happen when I was racing.
I do take pride in saying that in spite of being in public life for so long, there is not a single case against me, not even for wrongly parking a scooter or driving on the wrong side.
Cycling is the only way to free ourselves from the misery of the Tube, the wall-to-wall buses that line Oxford Street, the hopelessness of even thinking about driving.
I crashed my bicycle on the way to my first date with my ex-girlfriend and was cautioned by the police.
A lot of the biking sequences in the beginning, like going down the steps and over the ramp, I of course didn't do any of that stuff. I wish I could have but I didn't.
I began cycling round the Serpentine because it was the only closed route in London where I could ride traffic-free.
By 1990 I went back to no gasoline; I was just riding around on my bike, taking the bus. I had a tiny little electric car that didn't go very far or very fast. People thought I'd lost my mind. Even my own family thought I'd lost my mind.
I came to the conclusion that I'm not going to give up cycling because some people are cheating.