Every road leads somewhere. The challenge is to pick the right road and then to stay on it.

I think they're gonna need to put netting on both sides of the road, and do it now before waiting for something to happen.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

I don't think our focus is different, but maybe our young guys are more comfortable here than on the road. The home crowd can make a difference, like it did tonight, and when the road crowd gets going, it can rattle us. It's something we've got to overcome.

Making the tournament has certainly been our focus. We have a tough road to get there, but it's our focus and goal and we're going to keep plugging towards it.

We stop when we reach the top, climb out, shivering in the cold and ghostly mist under wind-blasted trees, to read the sign erected by the Public Works Department: “You have reached Trumseng La, Bhutan’s highest road pass. Check Your Brakes. Bash On Regardless. Thank you.”