My Worst Crash Yet: Is this the End of the Road?
Exactly one month after my last crash—a mishap that cost me a tooth—I found myself back in the Emergency Department again. Same room, same table, same doctor. But this crash would have even greater consequences and raise the question no cyclist ever wants to face.
Post-Crash Training Update
The road to recovery is always an adventure.
Mountain Biking Finally Cost Me a Tooth
As a mountain biker, I could do without certain badges of honor: broken collar bones and missing teeth. Well, twenty years of riding have finally caught up with me.
Return to Leadville
Descending those few miles of flowy, fast, and periodically steep singletrack, I briefly lived the bliss of mountain biking.
Race Day is Here!
There were many times throughout this journey that I wondered if I'd get there, and even though it's still 45 minutes away, I think it's safe to say I will (or have by the time you read this.)
