After Saturday's Sweetlove Gravel Grinder I spent the rest of the weekend cleaning up the garage and getting our bikes ready for our trip to Bella Vista, AR. I found a few old items including the below water bottles. They reminded me of some of the crazy stuff I used to dream about doing. Some I was fortunate to achieve but most lost.
I can remember racing with my brothers like it was yesterday. We all did some stupid insane stuff. I am not talking about having race numbers #911 and #666. What that heck were we thinking?