Well, I sit here in the land of cheese. We are here for my Baby's Momma's Brother's Daughter's baptism. We brought the bikes and rode the southern kettles this morning. Now, I guess, I'll be racing the cheese heads at WORS this weekend. Just realized tonight that there is a race near here. Should be interesting to see how the legs feel. I barely have the gear to race. Funny how things go.
I was raised in the "hood", self-taught to survive on scraps of old inner tubes and changing bike tires with my teeth. Life is a struggle for me not to be another statistic that so many become after being raised in a caucasion middle class family. I now am a husband, bike mechanic, land lord, stay at home dad, and wannabe mountain bike racer.