Tonight, I am off to a Hands-On Bike Repair Clinic held by the Bike Rally organizers to teach us how to fix our bike if we have an issue while on the ride. This should be quite fun and is another great learning experience.
As I was preparing some of my tools, I began to reminisce about greeting the 300+ riders in Montreal last year, and remember how emotional I was. I cried like I hadn't cried in a long time. It was worse than the Oprah Ugly cry. I was imagining finishing the ride and entering Montreal with my fellow 300-400 riders this year, and found a tear running down my face. I am turning into a bigger girl than I could have imagined. Funny thing, is I have no problem with that.
