Two years. One million beers. Today is my death day. It was two years ago that I woke up in the hospital. With a wife and a six month old daughter at home.
So much for being a cyclist.
Oddly enough, I’ve managed to collect even more bikes since that day. The difference between training and riding down to the store for another twelve pack I guess. Whatever. Six of one, half dozen of another. It’s all the fucking same in the end.
I drank beer with my father and played with my daughters. What’d you do today?by