Pete's Story

Suddenly Pete fell silent.

"That man who likes you is following us." He said as he looked out the passenger window of Jane's blue Corolla. The image of the man's face surfaced in her mind.

"Yes, that man."

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence, Pete." Jane said it mostly to calm herself.

"No. He wants to...he's thinking bad thoughts."

Jane's skin went clammy. She was, at this point, completely convinced that Pete could read minds. She wondered if she should ask Pete what kinds of thoughts.

"I said! Bad thoughts! He wants to hurt you! He wants you to cry! He wants..." Pete began to cry into his hands. What he was saying now had put her into a cold sweat and she could feel the vinyl of the steering wheel become slippery beneath her hands. She wasn't sure what to do.

Regrouping.

So as anyone who's been checking has seen, my road bike was stolen a couple weeks ago. The biggest bummer there is that I was planning on transferring most of the parts to my cross bike for winter racing. Well, now I'm working on saving up to get some new parts so that I can still have two cross bikes this winter. I'm looking forward to cross, and will start getting ready for it starting this week. In the mean time, I've been running and riding mountain bikes.

I've decided that next season I will focus on mountain biking, with the intention of earning my Pro upgrade on the trails, and attending National Championships. This decision feels incredibly right for me. I've always liked mountain biking more than road riding, and I've had more success on the mountain than on the road. So I'm pretty excited to make the transfer to being mountain focused rather than road focused. This doesn't mean that I won't also be racing road, but that I will be focused on mountain races, with the above goals in mind.

In the mean time, it's almost the beginning of the cross season. Just a month and a half away from the first race of the season. I'll be getting tubulars repaired and glued soon, and setting up my A and B bikes for the season by end of August. It promises to be a good season.

And my bike got stolen.

WTF? My bike got stolen out of my car, in front of my house, in a quiet suburban neighborhood last night.