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My bicycle is my release, my cave, my escape, my therapist, my zone, my island in the middle of nowhere. My bicycle helps me stay fit and focused and keeps my reflexes trained. I use my legs to push it forward and it uses whatever that magic thing it does to push me through life each day.





My cycling style is gritty. The urban streets of Houston were my training ground. I trained there and commuted exclusively by bicycle, usually my fixed gear. If you have ever driven or had the mettle to cycle there, then you know I am a few rungs up on the insanity ladder. I have been hit, clipped, ass-slapped...you name it. So, what does that translate to in a competition? It means sometimes freaking people out when I a able to squeeze through where it looks like I shouldn't and dodging instinctively. I'm not afraid to fall. If I see a chance I take it. Sometimes I am wrong and the rubber ends up in the sky instead of on the pavement. My attitude about that is "Oh well. How's my bike".

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