When last we were together, there was mountain biking, and head-dunking, and general bouts of happiness galore.
Now, in the throes of my journey to find myself, I also was summoned to the small town of Peterburgh, Ontario for a Shimano Gravel Alliance function, as well as to install the brand spanking new GRX group (at least on the bikes of those of us who weren’t badass enough to bang out this year’s Dirty Kanza superhuman endurance bikecycle race.)
So what follows are days twenty-seven, to thirty-four, in some particular order;
Having just made my return from Canadia, for the time being I’m still on the front range, but will be pulling up stakes soon, and making my way to the midwest’s loving arms. Learning and loving both myself and others has been the key these days, and though I’ve had a couple of stumbles, I think my directive is mostly on track.