Who Am I?

Who am I?  After I’d been racing in college for an entire year, I graduated and moved back to CA.  I rolled into this little bike shop at in a tiny center at PCH and La Costa.  This old, crusty racer listened to me patiently and said… You won’t know what kind of racer you are for at least 3 years.

He said, Look you have to do all kinds of races to figure out what you’re good at.  And, punk, trust me just because you won a parking lot crit and a puny road race in Utah doesn’t mean you know what you’re good at.