Death, taxes, swallows to Capistrano and DH to 24HoM…what do these things have in common?  Right.  Like there was ever any other possibility.  I’ve been to that race every year in this century, ain’t about to stop that trend now.  It’s a circus, a spectacle, a bitch, a lover, a supreme challenge yet so simple.  It has left me whimpering more than any other course and left me with month long highs.  To me, it is the very definition of the high risk game of 24 hour racing.

Life is short so I’m making it count.  The road to Moab is in my windshield, scorch marks in my rear view mirror.

Sorry sis, enjoy Paris.  Love ya.