"My favorite athletic feat was scaling the cliffs on the southern Oregon coast, climbing 1,000 feet into the air with no gear at all. I did it just to see if I could and to see the sunset over the ocean from the top of the cliffs. It was absolutely beautiful."
"I don't know if it's athletic -- it's more a contortion -- but I can put my right leg behind my head and hop around. I don't do it that often, only when I'm in the mood or want to impress the women, ha ha."
"I rode my motorcycle from St. Charles all the way to Bisbee, N.D., about 1,400 miles, in one day. It was the first leg of a trip to Alaska. I've thought about doing the Iron Butt Rally, which is a rally they do around the country where you ride 1,000 miles a day for 10 or 12 days. Quite a deal. Riding is the greatest joy of my life."
"It was back in 1969, setting the school record for the three-legged race ... well, there was another person involved, obviously. You see, I was a real geek and while the other kids were planning trips to Woodstock I had my sights set on the blue ribbon for the three-legged race. That was my claim to fame -- gunnysack in hand and flat-chested to boot. And the record still stands today -- well, as of my last alumni weekend."
"Last week I hit a hole-in-one on the video golf game Golden Tee '99, and I was yelling and nobody turned around to look. It always seems when you do something good nobody's around, but when you do something bad everybody's there; all eyes are on you. Sometimes I think I'm living Murphy's Law."