I remember having a grade-school teacher I thought was a hard-ass. When you're that age, you think the guy is Himmler. Then you visit him eight years later and he's wearing polyester pants, he's four foot eight, you think he's gay, and you're like, 'Are you the guy I was afraid of?
It seems everyday I find a new road, a new person that can help my cycling better and help me understand more things. I compare cycling to life often.