Just south of Rock Springs, WY. Very cold and windy!

Where J and I got married. It is called Flaming Gorge and it is in Utah just south of the Wyoming border.

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The ride to Amherst was planned to take place on a Saturday in late July. Maps were studied, pacing plans were argued, and food choices were considered. I felt kind of like a general preparing his troops for battle. Except, I was the only soldier! I did a couple of 50 mile rides a few weekends before the big day and they left me totally punch drunk by the end. Still, my anticipation for the big day did not flag.

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As the only member of the Developmental Team I get to see how the Bandits work from the lowliest member’s point of view. I’m not sure how exactly why I’m on the Developmental Team as I did my first bike race in October of 1994 at the age of 15. It was a mountain bike race in Sturbridge that I begged my father to take me to. I had been mountain biking all summer with my friends and I heard about it through the grapevine and for some reason it sounded like a great idea. I convinced my friend Tim to do it with me and we started “training” by riding a 5 mile lap near our houses as fast as we could 3 days a week. I rode in cut off jean shorts and a cheap black Bell helmet. I was too self-conscious to even consider wearing anything made out of spandex.

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