It’s been one week since Thanksgiving and it’s made me realize that I’m a fairly thankful person year ‘round.
And yes, I’m thankful for that.
I’m thankful that age is actually making me more appreciative and less cynical. More open and less calloused. More present.
I’m thankful for another year of good overall health for my family.
For Rhys. Friend, brother, website partner, artist, inspiration and fellow music snob.
For living near such wonderful cycling roads.
…and my favorite trails.
A family who respects (well, tolerates) my love of cycling.
Friends who support, aid and abet this thing called 18milesperhour.
All the bikes in my garage. I take none of them for granted. Ever.
Dr. Simic who gathered the pieces of my shattered shoulder and made it right again.
For the financial ability to replace my shattered bicycle.
For my perfect wife who happily, blessedly encourages me to indulge my bike fetish.
For another year with plentiful freelance work and income.
For my biggest professional milestone ever – starting a marketing agency with two great friends.
For the fact that, since the middle of this year, all Millers are now cyclists.
And that school is close enough for us to ride there most days.
For my great cycling friends Rhys, Jim Ebdon and Brad Gantt.
For all the regulars who greet me on the trail.
For peanut butter & jelly sandwiches – simply the greatest cycling food ever.
For Tullio Campagnolo.
And Chris Chance.
And Gary Fisher.
And anyone else who’s dedicated their lives to adding bicycles to the world.
For the thousand things I’ll remember tomorrow that I should’ve added to this list.
For this site that’s kept me mindful of the joys of cycling on a daily basis.
For every one of you out there who enjoys this stuff as much as we do.
And one more thing.
I’m thankful that that thanksgiving doesn’t have to begin and end on Thanksgiving.