Why I Race Bikes

To be honest, maybe the best part about racing two wheel machines in tight-fitting clothing is that wonderful after course bistro. After hours of fighting the wind, rain, cold, and suffering like a dog trying to maintain that fine balance between kamikaze speed and "don't kill yourself" you come home and you have a window of time where you can eat absolutely anything your little heart desires - GUILT FREE!!

Pop a top of some Belgian goodness - sure. Some cheesy chips with salsa - why not? Want chocolate but can't choose between dark and milk - go with both! Left over cake with double layer butter frosting...uh yeah, you earned it! That goat cheese pizza that been sitting in the freezer that you've been holding off on because you had a hilly race coming up - slam that! And then its dinner time!

Then you lay on the couch, watch some mindless TV and don't let yourself be bothered by anything else you have on your list of things todo. Because, even if there was a fire, your legs wouldn't get you out of the house anyways...

This may also be the reason why I don't look like your typical malnourished cyclist...and I don't win races with long climbs...but dangit...it's sure fun!