My Relationship With The Bike

I have always loved bicycles – my first love was a blue chopper with a dark blue sparkle banana seat!

During the summer of ’96, while in the prime of my life (I was fiscally fit, my first child was born and I was a first-time home owner), I lost my father after his long battle with cancer.  No matter how much you prepare, you’re never really prepared. A couple weeks later, I was injured in a rear-end collision on I-25.  After 9 months of intensive rehab, epidural shots, 6 months of walking with a cane, and, at times, a debilitating depression, one thing helped me return to balance – a bicycle.  I slowly learned how to ride and suffer gracefully. That’s what cycling has taught me: how to suffer gracefully.  The bike saved my life.