Nervous anticipation for the big show turned to a sizable piece of humble pie as I rolled around for my fourth lap of the Wisco-Norba. Racing amnesia is at an all time high after my long cycling hiatus. In the words of Young brothers, "its a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll."
The 2010 season started last summer. Thirty pounds thicker and out of shape, I attacked the sport field with vigor and a rekindled love for the pedals. Fall lead to Willow River where I spent many nights chasing shadows over the patchy corduroy snow. Spring brought numbed toes and burnt skin, but, more importantly, a glimmer of hope for the race season.
It has truly been a great cycling reunion these past months. Thank you.
See you on the line!
