Heather Mills Quotes

During every race, an ambulance trails the riders around the course. You know that sometimes you are going to end up in the back of that ambulance.

I met with an accident on the way to the track; I arrived safely.

The most important thing today is that Mark Webber is safe and OK. After a very nasty accident, he's fine.

Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from smashing against trees. I went out with a broken leg only. A small price to be paid at the time for an accident of this kind.

I have had an experience which might perhaps be described as being shot down. At the same time, I call shot down only when one falls down. Today I got into trouble but I escaped with a whole skin.

When I was really young, I busted my nose when I was racing. The first thing my dad asked me was: 'Are you OK?' I said, 'Can you fix the car for tomorrow?' And I won the race the next day.

I don't like the road. I love being on the track. I like being indoors and the fact I'm not battling past 200 other riders.

You must have been going very fast." "I was, until I hit the fence.

Nothing means more to me than racing for my country, the Queen, the Royal Family, and the people back home that support me.

The Tour de France is ridiculously hard.

There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, 'Fence or van? Cause I'm crashing into one of them,' and I said 'Fence,' so I hit the fence and bounced into the van

A bomb fell on Italy. It slid off!

I hit two trees and fell down a ditch. And that was just walking from the lodge.

I might have tried bungee jumping, until I saw that video of that guy whose cord came untied. He didn't know it 'till he hit the ground. Oh, he flew off that tower, hollering at his buddies. "Whoo, check me out, dudes! Oh, that ground is coming up..." WHAM! And what do you say, if you're the operator of that ride, to the next guy in line? "All right dude, you're up."

This big fat woman bumped me on the floor, she was rarin' to go, she was rarin' to go. Then she did a dip, I almost broke my hip.

A man turns to the guy next to him who's covered in bandages from head to toe and asks "What happened?". "I fell through a glass window," explains the man. The first man says: "Lucky you were wearing all those bandages."

We sped on, across the plains, toward Metz. I hung back, saving myself. It is called the Race of Truth. The early stages separate the strong riders from the weak. Now the weak would be eliminated altogether.

My only talent is that I have a so-called big engine. I can attack on successive days - well maybe now not so often - or ride tempo at the front of the peloton for a week. I'm not a climber or a sprinter. Whatever makes the race sticky, fast and difficult is good for me. I'm just a big motor - I think I'm allowed to say that - and a fighter. I'll do whatever it takes to make the race.

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.

I lost quite a bit of skin on the left side of my body and sustained some deep cuts in my hand and around my knee, but the doctors were able to stitch it all back together. Luckily I didn't hurt my shoulder but I'm now at the point where the only thing on my body which isn't hurting is my bad shoulder.

I’m never without a bandage.

I hit something. Alright.

Anything can happen with a razor.

Once I was playing and moving around and I fell right on my back. Just straight on my back. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life.

Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.