When your a Canadian boy hockey is the first sport you know, but after 33 years the body cries out for something a little less brutal. This past spring I started thinking of what I could do that kept me equally in shape and as happy as what hockey gave me. One day while organizing the garage I stumbled over my old mountain bike and thought to myself "why not", so I soon began riding it casually around the neighborhood.

What got me seriously into cycling was the World Cycling Championships this past summer in Hamilton, Ontario Canada. Yeah sure I've ridden a bike before, and I've always watched the TDF since I can remember, but it wasin't until I saw these guys on their bikes in person that changed me. I can't explain the feeling I got when a group of riders whipped by me so fast that it literally made my hair blow back. Their shear power sent shivers down my spine, and all this speed coming from their legs!! I couldn't get enough of it. At that moment I knew that there was much more to this sport than spinning the wheels and getting from point A to B. I needed to know more about it. I rode my old Boulder MTB for a few months but shortly after I did some homework and purchased a 2004 Klein Aura XV and I haven't looked back since.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of riding. I've found something that keeps me in shape and puts a smile on my face. I can do it till I'm old and gray and that has made all the difference!!