As many of the riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting mail and money between these points.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was in New York, I took my bike everywhere for transportation. I didn't have a fixed-gear bicycle, like a lot of the messengers do, but I had a stripped-down deal - having lost a few good ones in New York - and I did 10 to 15 miles a day just getting around the city.
Almost every ride we're profitable on. We make money on every ride.
One medal. One shot. One lap. Eight riders. No lanes. No right of way. Just go.
They were very generous with me. Everybody was willing to talk about their particular accident, what they had to deal with and how they got back in touch with their competitors' spirit.
When I see pot-bellied cyclists wearing the 'maillot jaune,' it appals me.
I was starving before I hit Journey. Very, very rough times... I didn't know where the next pay check was gonna come.
Some travelers collect souvenirs, postcards, or bumper stickers; I bring home a pencil from the various places I visit.
On a plane you can pick up more and better people than on any other public conveyance since the stagecoach.
When someone hands you a flyer, it's like they're saying here you throw this away.
One time they traded me for seven horses. Seven stunt horses.