The best coach/mechanic I could ask for

17 06 2010

One of the biggest influences on my “biking career” has to be my dear ol’ Dad. Since I first picked up a BMX, he’s been my go-to guy. From fixing my bike, driving me to races and displaying an incredible knack for bringing beat-up/broken bike parts back to life, he gave me the kind of support that no bike company sponsorship could provide.

When other fathers would get worked up at the track yelling at their kids, he would shake his head and say he was just glad we were having fun and going home in one piece.

He’s the guy who taught me to ride a bike in the first place.

I still remember him running alongside me, one hand on the seat post, encouraging me to “pedal, pedal.” I pedaled as fast as I could.  After a while I realized he wasn’t holding on anymore. I looked back and saw him standing there, a little nervous but with a slight smile on his face.

I kept pedaling.

It felt scary but so good at the same time. I was on my own but my Dad was still there if I needed him.

Some things never change.

Thanks Dad.

Vintage photo of my Dad working on my bike. (Check out how scrawny I was back then.)