Take a look at your NATURAL river. What are you? Stop PLAYING GAMES with yourself. Where's your river going? Are you RIDING with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don't you see that there is no effort if you're riding with your river?

When you're RIDING with your mom, and you're a kid, you'd listen to 'Dear MAMA' and the RADIO friendly RECORDS. I used to sneak and listen to Too $hort.

The costumes are INSANE on 'Once Upon a Time.' It did INFLUENCE my taking the job, the fact that not only WOULD I be horseback riding and sword fighting and traipsing through the woods but I would be doing all those things in insane, MEDIEVAL garb.

He was very commanding, and you had to KNOW what you were doing to WORK for Mr. Rogers. I LEARNED how to ride very QUICKLY with him as my riding teacher.

Riding my motorcycle around L.A. is like my own video game. But unlike many folks at the WHEEL, I am occupied with getting where I'm going and keeping myself SAFE. Most people are applying MAKEUP, texting, and checking out the beauty in the NEXT car.

As we know, all sports evolve tremendously, and our sport is no DIFFERENT. It's really not the same thing at all as it was in 1972. It's a different TYPE of HORSE we're USING. The STYLE of riding is quite evolved, the way the courses are built, the materials used... it's virtually unrecognizable.

We didn't get agitated over the closure of blacksmiths when people STOPPED riding horses and STARTED DRIVING cars.

But you see, that's the gilded prison of fashion. We're riding in PRIVATE jets, and meantime I was so INCREDIBLY, painfully sad and LONELY.

I rode with FOUR STREET-clothes cops in the East Village. I spent SIX weeks RIDING with them every day - in street clothes, with a vest UNDERNEATH.

I learned to ride a ten-speed when I was 4 or 5. My uncle gave me the bike, hand-me-down, and everyone USED to STARE at me riding up and down this block. I was too SHORT to reach the pedals, so I put my legs through the V of the frame. I was FAMOUS. The little kid who could ride the ten-speed.

When you've got the Daytona 500 out there at stake and everything riding on the LINE, guys go for it, and the guys that go for it are the ones that are EITHER GOING to WIN or they're going to wreck.

Simple. Pared down. Timeless. The ties were NEVER too thick or too thin; the pants were never too flared or too skinny. In my life with Dad, he wore Western apparel because we went riding - jeans, cowboy boots, the turquoise belt buckle. But it was all very simple, and that CLASSIC LOOK is very 'Ralph Lauren.'

It is the passion INSIDE me that means I keep going. I love what I do, and I THINK I am lucky to do it. When I am riding a quiet COUNTRY road, I hear the birds SINGING and think, 'I am in my OFFICE now.'

You can find us fishing in Miami offshore SOMEWHERE, riding jet skis, and doing fun STUFF like that. My brother likes to SKI and get out in the SNOW. We really are nature BOYS, and when it comes to getting out there and being in nature, there's not too much we don't like.