My wife asked me a depressing question the other day. She asked when was I going to be able to race masters? How old does she think I am? After more thought the really depressing moment is when I realized I will be old enough to compete in Masters 30-34 next year. Holy Crap! Espoir Nationals and Collegiate racing doesn't feel that long ago.
On the start line at Espoir Nationals 10 years ago in Texas. You might be able to guess just by looking at the photo that I probably didn't podium this one. This was part of one of my biggest road trips and most fun. It was just my father and myself traveling from bike race to bike race. We left from Bay City, MI to Fitchburg, MA then onto Houston, then to Elgin, IL before finally returning home. I was pro before I was even pro and I didn't even know it.