lessons on the road

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I’ve spent most of the last month racing my bike.  I’m broke. 

I said I’m retiring but that’s probably not true.  I can’t break this habit. 

Like so many other pros I’m still waiting for that ride that shows what I can do.  When it happens I’m sure I won’t be able to stop at just that. 

National racing is full of love and hate.  Everybody loves to beat you and hates to get beat.  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. 

It’s hard to contrive a lot of meaning out of racing a bike.  I just have to beat everybody so I can explain.  

Deflecting pain, overcoming adversity, being confident but not a brat.  The sport of mountain biking presents all of the archetypal challenges of any great story.  Those of us possessed by the instinct of conquering the world can take comfort in these details.  I want to think that in the end it all made sense.  Maybe that’s why I’m not ready to quit.