Where to begin? Well, at the beginning I guess. Somewhere around 1985 I saw a Schwinn Mtn Bike catalogue that a co-worker had brought in to work. That was the beginning of a long love affair with a wonderful sport/hobby/passion/whatever that has, at times, burned brightly and at times dimmed, but has remained there as a defining point in my life.
I am a man, a Christian, a husband, a father, a worker bee, a tall white guy, etc. I am all these things and have been more or less as time went by. But since that day I saw that catalogue and handed over the cash for that first knobby tired wunderbike, I have been something else.
I am a mountain biker.
And that is just fine with me.
"Please don't let me die."
4 years ago