As it is for many children, the bike first meant unbridled joy. Reckless abandon. Playtime. As my search for purpose began to challenge my confused, teenage brain though, bike “racing” captured my heart. All of it. Many things had by that point of course, but this quickly proved different. For one, a certain famous Texan had been busy winning the Tour de France, and he lived just minutes from our family. Through him, my relationship with the sport began as fandom, but quickly developed into fanaticism.
For over a decade now, the bike and I have had a relationship grounded in ambition. National titles, racing in exotic, far-flung places like Mongolia, or pursuing an FKT on the famed White Rim have all fueled new ideas and goals for the bike.