I'm not saying I'm ready to quit. Not yet at least. But if I did, I'd be going back to the way I was way before this bike racing nonsense. These guys, hicks may they be, look like they're having a far better time than I have when I'm out lugging my 198 pound body around. I'm just saying, is going fast on a bike more fun than wakeboarding in a ditch?

Johnny GoFast

p.s. Lot's of mail to pour through. I'll post the best later this week. Stay tuned...

There is any host of reasons why I missed the Wells Fargo nee Pegasaurus team meeting last night. Sure I had just returned from skiing in the mountains. Sure my legs were shot from two glorious days skiing untracked pow that came after skiing almost daily with the kiddiewinks for the week just prior. Sure I was still giddy at the thoughts of how both my kids have progressed in their skiing ability. The boy now skiing with poles and the girl riding chairlifts and shredding her Luv Bug ski's screaming "I'm a little ripper" as she drops blue square runs at the ripe old age of four. Sure I could go on about how last night was election night and it's pretty much a communist type slate and that my vote counts little when there is only one candidate that will run/wants/is obligated to be president. I could go on about how I was more hungry than interested at 7pm last night or that maybe I was just too lazy to get back in my car and drive the two long miles down to Danville.

But the truth of the matter is that I did want to go. I wanted to see everyone and meet the new recruits and hear from some of the new sponsors that are supporting us this year in our total annihilation of everything Sierra Nevada/Bikes Plus related. I wasn't too tired and my legs didn't hurt that badly. The truth of the matter is that right before I was going to step out of the house, my wife laughed out loud at my 10 day old growth of stubble on my face. Suddenly the thought of Pat the Pegasaurus (now openly soliciting a new nickname due to the main sponsor change in
'08), Mike VoMonster, PaulCarterPresident, J-Dub etal mocking me was too much to take. So instead of manning up and walking into the room as if I was bearded like Chuck Norris or even new recruit Reed Maxwell, I grabbed a good book and curled up under the covers where I felt safe from this cruel world. So mock me if you will, but please let if be because I'm a coward and not for facial hair or lack there of. Anyway, hope you are well and be kind to one another.

Johnny GrowFaster