Can you tell that I am bored at work?
The editorial in Bike Magazine was a very interesting read. It discussed the fact that while some of us have been riding since we were small children, the rest of us had to be reborn. This rebirth also usually involved someone that was the catalyst for the change. This individual somehow dragged your probably fat, lazy butt out on a bike and somewhere along the single track, road, ladder bridge, or fallen tree that love of the sport came back.
The person that changed my life would be a longtime buddy from University. Adam was an avid cross country kid who was really fast and always talked about riding in class when we were supposed to be discussing how Mies Van der Roche buildings affected the shape of the city.
I would call myself a poser as I hadn