Cycling is in my blood. My dad met my mom while on a cycling tour around Germany. I have an uncle who races in Masters competitions and he also once owned a bike shop.
I’ve ridden my bike down Broadway in New York City and up the Champs Elysée in Paris. I’ve climbed some of the famous Cols in the Pyrenées, just ahead of the pros in the Centennary Tour de France. I’ve descended a local mountain with a peloton of cops faster than our motorcycle escort could keep pace.
Through good times and bad, my time on two wheels is my salvation, my place to think, my inspiration. It’s where I feel alive, in tune with the world around me, even if that world is filled with hostile cars and trucks.