Another MSC is about to go down. It’s a different thing this year: not racing, concentrating on coaching, seeking a deeper satisfaction, traveling with my love.
We slept in my Sprinter at Snowmass; for Telluride we’re rocking a sweet condo. Since we don’t need a house on wheels, we’re driving her car. My Demo 8 fills the back seat of her 530xi, so there’s no room for the Enduro SL. It’s weird to go anywhere without an Enduro, but I have my super-excellent wife … and in that luxurious rocket we’ll get to Telluride in record time!
A year ago: Traveled by myself. Camped by myself. Broke three ribs on Friday. Suffered through the weekend. Drove home by myself. Chest muscles spasming; doubled over in agony for the six-hour drive. Alone.
Life is change. This is better!