I was thinking on the rollers today that, before a race, if I could just pick my brain up and put it on the side of the track for four minutes, it would be perfect.

I love Wales, and Cardiff is great, but if I could just have the weather we have in California, it would be perfect.

If I could live in a cabaret, I would. If I could live in 'Moulin Rouge,' I would.

If I could rap, that would be a sensation, but I can't, you see, I'm just a Caucasian.

I can get really nervous before a race. People will think this is mad, but sometimes I have got to the start line and thought, 'What if I can't do this?' But the minute I sit on the bike, I am like a different person.

Obviously, if I could go back and change anything, I would be a perfect man. And I know there's no perfect man.