Calling

While I was standing out at Craig's game, JD gave me a ring. I gave him the news that the C had probably told K, I was not going to ride in the Tour de Tucson. The decision of not riding in Tucson in November hurt when it was made but became reality when I said the words to JD. I remember Red in Shawshank Redemption as he was heading South to see his friend Andy, " I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope."

I remember all our rides this last summer and last fall. I remember the fun and good times our families had together. Those are good times that I hold close, making the decision not to go even harder. JD - I appreciate the call sorry for not being able to ride. I'll miss sitting behind your skinny, fine tuned tires, rolling down those free miles at 30+ MPH.

Tito, get me a tissue; Jermaine, stop teasing. I'm out...