Lifelong worshipper of road cycling. Now dabbling elsewhere with lots of enthusiasm & mixed success.
Making A List, Checking It Twice
April 15, 2013
- More than a week has passed since Paris-Roubaix. Have you been able to shake its spell? For me, it’s been like a glow — one that pulses even hotter every time I see my bike. For the first time in ages I have full recollection of how I fell for the sport in the first place. The way I once stole every spare moment to tend to my bike, to think about it when others spoke to me, to doodle it when I should’ve been paying attention to something else. After a lifetime spent in the industry and two decades of PRO dopage dirtbaggery, that feeling became little more than faint remembrance. Then, from out of nowhere, I felt it all anew. And while it may be an overreaction to a long, snowy winter and the fact that this year’s Paris-Roubaix might’ve been the first in 16 years that didn’t have a distant, solo victor, I’m prizing every moment of this while it lasts. This is living.