So I'm a chicken farmer. Not by choice, but more by the mere coincidence that my children like farm animals. We're up to 12 or 14 at this point. Truth be told, I don't know how many we have back there. Sometimes chickens get added, sometimes they get donated to the local roaming predators. I like the eggs and watching the chickens peck about the backyard can be entertaining. Which I guess in the end, makes me a chicken farmer.

This past Sunday, down at the final CCCX race, I was amused to learn that some of the other cross racers were talking about the guy that had a chicken with him out on course. At first I chuckled as they talked about some section of the course near the guy that had the "cock". At first I blew it off but they kept going on about it so finally I asked them what the hell they were talking about. They couldn't believe I hadn't seen the chicken. I'm sure you all know how hard cyclocross racing can be and that sometimes the outer edges of reality fade away into the abyss to be lost forever. So it didn't surprise me at all that I hadn't noticed even something this weird.


But then I'm scrolling through the myriad of photos on Monday, like I obsessively do shortly after checking every result from every race run over the weekend, and I stumble onto this photo. And I recall the conversation with Brock and Brij and I chuckle because how is it that I can't remember the chicken when I practically kissed it?

Anyway, I've missed you all and hope to connect more often. It's not for a lack of content that the blog has gone dark, or even SOPA or PIPA. Just a general lack of enthusiasm for my creative side to do it's thing. I'm working on kicking that to the curb so maybe you'll have something to read. Or maybe not. But know that I miss you all the same.

Johnny GoFast