This will post Christmas day so I want to make it short as we will all be busy. I’ve share this photo before, but it just fits the occasion.
Somehow, when I was just a tike, Santa knew that I would never stop riding. He knew that I would always love the freedom of two wheels, the adventure of the next turn, the magic of a long downhill ride, and the challenge of a long climb.
He knew someday I would worry about being old and would need a time machine. That one item, that when used, would teleport me back to the days of the past. Waking up, grabbing the bike, and riding till we got hungry. Scarfing food, and getting back in the saddle again.
He knew someday a 5-year-old would grow up and become Mountainstroh, a guy who will ride anywhere, in any weather, and have a blast while doing it.
Who knows what I would be if he hadn’t come through? I don’t wanna know. I just want to say “Thanks Mom! I mean Santa!” for the most meaningful and important present I could ever have gotten as a kid!