A few months ago, I was faced with the choice of "staying put" in my career, or embracing a new challenge. I've never been much of a stay-putter. About four or five times a day for the past few weeks, then, I've been regretting this about myself. Heh.
The consequences of my decision to throw down have been super-harsh, but the challenge has also totally energized and consumed me. Mostly, I have felt like I am underwater and just barely staying alive by sucking air from the surface through a straw. But those few breaths give me hope that I won't fail. It's really, really weird, but I have started to appreciate the chaos. Even though I want it to stop.
I'm just coming off a trip to Vietnam. I exchanged $50 and was a "millionaire" for a while. Until I bought a sandwich for 30,000. And then I wasn't. Maybe you can kind of see what I mean, about the weirdness. Or maybe you just consider me a crazy dude. Which I totally get. Whateva.
Upon my return to our lovely country and city, and amidst our shared passion for all things bike, I immediately stripped the studded tires off the pump track bike. My dream of gliding over the frozen slopes under the winter sky was seriously flawed. Nothing close to that dream ever happened. Let me just admit.
So these next few pics are, in order, me taking first laps of the season, and then the wheelie bike languishing and at the same time poised, and then what I've been up to the last coupla nights, which is transforming the fatbike once again into its ideal purpose. In my humble opinion.