“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.”

I have been to the mountain, part two.

As I sat on my flight enroute to PDX this past Friday, and devoured Chuck Klosterman’s ‘Killing Yourself to Live. 85% of a true story’, I couldn’t help but notice a couple of similarities between his journey and the one I was embarking on to partake in this year’s Single Speed Cross Worlds.


Buried under electronic postcards.

Upon my return home Monday night I reluctantly turned on my computer, only to find that in the couple of days I was away, I received over 100 emails. I type with two fingers and my nose. How the hell am I supposed to get through all of those?
The only answer I can see is that I get an assistant;