How long will it take for a guy coming on hard luck and driving a big truck to decide that my silly arse on a $3000 bike needs to be run over? Or maybe he is just texting...
How many kids can you have and how old can they get before I realize that it isn't all about me or "me and my wife" anymore?
How many times can I tell the wife that we should all head out on a weekend to some weird town to watch me race... or that if she doesn't want to go that I will "tough it" alone?
How many times will my daughter beg me to stay and play with her on Saturday morning instead of ride the bike since I have been gone sooooooo much to work that week?
How much will these questions take from my quads and add to my midsection?
How easy is it to make excuses when you are out of the zone and out of the game?
It has been a while since I posted and as long since I have ridden well. You are looking at the captain who knows his ship is sinking yet is wondering whether he should go down with it and what will happen if he does.
