We meet. I courtesy. You bow. Then I bow and you courtesy. We kiss each other on the cheek (you taste like Vaseline).
This is a blog about failing. This is about being the Lanterne Rouge.
This is about starting something and wanting to be really good at it and not being really good at it. This is about wanting to go really fast but going only sort of fast. This is about bicycles. This is about sports. This is about gear and equality and humiliation. This is about an espresso before and a beer after. This is about my seventh grade self and my thirty year old self. This is about love.
This is an attempt to be a better writer and to be a better cyclist. Writing is thinking. Writing is observing. Riding is thinking. Riding is observing. This is creative non-fiction. This is practice. This is essay. This is to get better. This is to fail and fail and fail and then maybe to. Maybe to. Maybe to. Win.