Forty-five years ago I learned to ride a bike. I was down at my uncle Sam and aunt Marlene's house in Lodi, Ca when I swerved my way soon the street on 26" three seed cruiser. I managed to go down the street, turn around and come back without acquiring any scabs!

Since then, I have ridden bikes pretty hard, mostly mountain biking (I'd rather hit a rock than get hit by a car). My friends, my wife Cherie and I have gone on some monumental such as The Hole in the Ground Trail and The Flume Trail. After seven miles of climbing The Flume Trail becomes progressively steeper as riders become progressively more worn. In all the times I have ridden The Flume Trail, perhaps a dozen, I have never been able to pedal up the last 1/4 mile. That is until this past summer when I finally did it At age 50!

You are never too old! Don't give up!

So back to the picture. I got a new(ish) (new to me that is) bike and I can't wait until spring to go riding! There are lots of great trails around here and I think I want to compete in a few events in 2014 so wish me luck.