"Maybe I ain't funny no more, you know? Like, maybe I ain't angry at nothin', for real, in my heart. I'm just not mad about it. I don't get it. You mother(bleep)ers want to kill yourselves, that's your business. Just don't do it on my porch." — Richard Pryor, “Live on the Sunset Strip”
Cycling’s been good to me. When I first started working for VeloNews back in the late Eighties, I thought I had finally fused profession with passion. Two years later, when I quit newspapering for the tenuous career of a free-lancer, I was certain of it.
Cover the occasional bike