Will Racing Return, For Me?

The challenge can be finding the right challenge
This year marks a full decade of my life as a cyclist. I found the sport late in life. My wife and I moved to Vancouver where we made the fateful decision to become friends with two lovely, weird people who shaved their legs, did long rides and spent time evening out tan lines. How quaint those times were. I remember going into the bike shop and being shocked, yes shocked that the cheapest bike I could buy was $1,900. I was happy to buy the entry-level shoes. And bib . . .