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2015

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If there are a hundred riders on the start line of a race, there will be a hundred stories to be told at the end. A hundred careers could yield a hundred different books. Everybody is remarkable, but nobody is special.

I tell you this at the beginning of my story because it’s important to remember that everybody has a story. Mine isn’t more important than anybody else’s, but it is different. Just like everybody else’s story is different from mine, and different from each other’s.

My story has changed since the start of my career. It’s changed over the past three years, and it will change over the next. It will change before I get to the end of this book, as will yours. Let’s face it, some of our stories will have changed while I’ve been writing this sentence.

What I’m trying to say is that I can’t tell you my life story because my life is happening and changing every day, just like yours, just like everybody’s. I’m only 28, so I’m hoping to be sitting in a big leather armchair, smoking a smelly pipe, and stroking what’s left of my wispy white hair by the time I tell my life story. One thing I can certainly tell you is what it has been like to be UCI World Road Race Champion for three years, and that’s something that you can only hear from me, I suppose. Nobody else has been champion for three years in a row.