I love cycling. Since the first time I got on the bike as a six year old without training wheels, I have been in love with the sport. While most of my friends in school were more interested in cars and driving, I was working over my training plans. Friends worked at fast food restaurants and seasonal jobs while I was lucky enough to work at one of Denver's premier bicycle shops. Even when the bilateral patella tendonitis stopped the racing, the desire was still there. After two orthopedic surgeons, an accupunturist, two chiropractors, and seven physical therapists, my knees are on the mend. I am concluding my fifth season since the injury but I have been finally able to pass the passion along to the next generation.
During the Tour de Cure 2010, my youngest son, Ethan, completed the ride. The finish was a tough one for him... About a mile before the finish, a mom was working on her son's bike on the bike path. The child stepped backwards without watching what was going on around him and poor Ethan swerved into the gravel and then hit the ground. He got up with both knees and his right elbow bleeding, had me clean out the wound with some water, walked around to shake off the pain, and got back up on the bike. With blood dripping down his body, he pulled himself to the finish line. After a short visit to the medic where his wounds were cleaned and wrapped up, he hung out with Team Agapee. He was asked about his experience and this response summarized the passion. Walking wounded, he looked the person in the eye and said "It was tough but I enjoyed it." Prodded about riding next year, he replied "Maybe" but paused for a second. He quickly changed his response to "Yes, I will be back."
The cycling passion has spread to the next generation.
Check out the red on the knees.