You have what I call an 'oh-shit' moment when you're suddenly riding with a bunch of trucks.

When all is shit, become a fly.

When You find that person you call your truest friend, know that at that moment you are the luckiest person alive.

The most memorable moment is when I make the phone call and usually talk to the soldier himself who's been severely injured or his spouse. They begin to cry and explain to me the financial pressures they've been under. So the $5,000 or $10,000 is going to help keep their house payments up, their car payments up, the utility bills, and things like that.

I was riding at Calder, but they said I couldn't ride there because I was 16 years old. So when I turned 17 I went to Belmont. I have won 26 lifetime races counting this.

You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!