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Happy New Year!!!

I haven't used a blog in over 5 years, but given the roller coaster ride I've been on since May 19th, 2018; I felt like it was worth dabbling again.  Maybe I can tell a story that will inspire someone else or maybe you find that you just don't give a damn.  I don't know.  Do I have a story to tell?  I think so, but I'm sure my friends have grown weary of hearing it. 

In order for this blog to make sense to those who don't know me or what happened to me, I guess the backstory must be told.  I'll do that in the next post. 

Meanwhile, I'm Jen - I'm a 45 year old cyclist in SW Virginia.  I developed a passion for cycling years ago - though I think it really started when I was 5 or 6 and decided I didn't need training wheels anymore.  I initially got into the mad world of cycling as a mountainbiker.  I rode alone and rode in groups, and I raced, won a few local races; but was never racing against very many people. 

A few years back, I discovered how nice it was to ride a road bike.  I could roll right out of my yard and venture about for hours and many miles at a time.  The solitude and opportunities were liberating.  I felt most a peace on my bike.  It was my outlet for stress and a way to think and problem solve.  I fell in love with it then discovered the rides you could do in areas otherwise unknown.  Pay a fee, have routes laid out for you, SAG, rest stops and food - discover other absolutely beautiful roads.  Perfect!  A way to vacation and enjoy myself while being rewarded with fitness as a side effect.

I had a 2007 Lemond Croix de Fer.  I drug that trusty, steel steed to many rides - the Artie, Storming of Thunder Ridge (various distances), the Wilderness Road Ride, Big Pencil to Big Walker, Shenandoah Fall Foliage - I even rode the 2013 Backroads Century (Berryville version) on that bike.  Alas, I was hooked.  In March 2017, I bought a new road bike - a beautiful Liv Avail and my fate was sealed.  There would be miles of smiles on this bike.  It was quick, light and comfy!!!!  This would be the first road bike I'd ever have a crash on - this is where my story begins. 


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