Good breakfast, some home projects, hill repeats, good supper, and then Tri house recklessness. Dog with eyebrows, dancing, scooby doo mystery machine temporary tattoo appearing to drive down the oldest's butt crack, etc. This is my life.
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.