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.