Racing Practice...

Growing up I couldn't articulate the feeling the I got jumping on my bike and riding through the random thoughts of a random forest in northern Wisco. The thoughts bring back the moments of bliss as the cool air whispers in and out of my brain box. I can't wait, just like the scrawny kid peddling nervously along side the Chippewa river years back.

It was a hard-bitten ride on Tuesday with wind gusts of 35 mph. Eight of us braved it and I hopelessly hung on wanting to find the reliance before I kick start the year.

Saturday I will fit in the first race of the season. Yesterdays race is gone and I hope only to conjugate on what I did the previous.

Until then - asphalt for now,

Sturgie