An old coach from back in his VIS days always told him that people have the capacity to be 100% committed to only two and a quarter (2¼) things at one time.  If you try to fit any more in something will have to be sacrificed.  For most of us, work takes up one point, wife and kids take up another point, and you have a quarter of a point left to play with.  You can see why competitive cycling is a young man’s game.

For the people who want to see past the lofty designer jargon, the genuine explanation is we decided on the name seven months after all the pieces were designed, because the name felt right at the time. But as you can imagine, people unattached to a decisive moment like this have a hard time understanding an answer like that. They might describe it as impulsive or even careless. It’s this sort of flawed reasoning over a decision based on a mindset, that makes luck so elusive to some.

It took me awhile to figure out what experiences from my trip to Taiwan I should focus on. The obvious ones are the bike rides and bike races. Depending on how I talk about them, these stories can be relevant to only cyclists, and to the people interested in hearing the "dude, we went so hard up that hill" or the "dude, we went so fast down that hill" kind of moments.

I like to think I’m cooler than my dad. Maybe he’s cooler than me and I don’t see it. I get plenty of character traits from the man. Some of which I’m not proud of (being stubborn and relentless), many of which I am proud of (being stubborn and relentless). These are the traits that we’ve let loose and bonded over when we’ve ridden our bikes together for the past 10+ years.

We woke up the next morning just as the bakeries opened in Paris. After kitting up and prepping our bikes, Ms. Goguely took a photo of us together in front of the apartment. We pedaled down the Paris streets to the train station about 6 miles away. Dodging traffic and pedestrians in Paris is one way to wake you up.

It’s tough to believe that Lukas, Nikolas, Brian, Jules, Emile and I rode in France and Belgium, through cobbled roads, dirt paths, mountain passes, city streets, highways, and forests every day for the entire month of June (maybe there was a rest day here and there). Even tougher to believe that I flew myself and my bike over there in not even 48 hours after my college graduation.

The RISD Cycling crew left my parent’s house for Saratoga Springs to a CX race at 4:30am yesterday morning. I crashed on the couch so I would wake up and give goodbye hugs to Marcus, Jane, and Jules before they venture on their 3 hour road trip.