The week kinda flew out-of-control. When we left off, the dogs had been hit by a dump truck. Remarkably, they both seem to be recovering and are just about back to their old selves. I believe in miracles. Just look around, they are everywhere.
Morgan fell off her scooter and knocked her head pretty good. 3 stitches.
Sleevie won the first race of the weekend and then promptly crashed and smashed his arm/elbow into a million pieces.
And, devastatingly, a local racer, David Thompson, crashed on Wed. night and died from the injuries. Rest in peace.
Kelly did a nice synopsis of our spring/early summer. All these events lead to quite a bit of introspection for me. I wrote a post where I basically quit racing. And then deleted it.
I don’t know when I’ll quit racing, but it won’t be today. And as long as I can ride, I will.
Here’s to a more relaxed week. Be safe out there everybody.