Photos are funny these days, in the digital age. My first knee on the ground experiences while riding a sportbike fast around a track were partially motivated by getting an awesome photo of me looking all cool, dragging my knee around the track. Now that I’ve gotten into cycling I’m starting to meet people who pedal and they have a similar notion to post the “cool” photos on their blogs and Facebook. So I don’t have any cool photos yet, like of me leading a crit race, or crashing, or coming out of the gate with a crazy ass time trial helmet on, but I do have these:
Climbing Kings Mountain Road, 2011 Canary Century
Smiling my way to a QOM on the Kings Mountain Road descent
Pretty fun stuff. One more gratuitous photo, with a little explanation. I haven’t seen my abs since 1991, so I’m a little excited, okay? I’m 36 years old and cycling has given me my four pack back. Thank you, bicycle. I’ve ridden 4,075 miles since October 2010, all while eating donuts, pizza, pasta, foie gras, Sausage Egg McMuffins, bread and butter, margaritas, and any other damn thing I want. If I ate better, I know I could easily turn it into the sickest six pack anyone’s ever seen on an old lady like me. Pedaling is the most fun I’ve had away from a racetrack pretty much my whole life, it’s helped make me faster on a motorcycle, and I feel like a savage, cold, unyielding honey badger as I run all over the place working, doing errands or hanging out with friends. I could go on, but it’s time to go track down something nasty to eat, I’m hungry!
Being an umbrella girl with Katelyn for the totally rad Melissa Paris
