Point to Point

December 2001 I was pretty pleased with the results from my previous race.  I continued my training and riding throughout the month of November as much as I could. However, I encountered a few changes in life that month.  My grandmother passed away in Texas.  My parents flew to the States from their home in…

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Eagle Ford Shale

I wrote this story in the summer of 2016 while working in south Texas. This was only my third or fourth attempt at writing a story about my adventures. August 2016 There are times when my job in the oil field relates to my volunteer firefighter job. Like a firefighter I get called into action…

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Parker Gran Prix

November 2001 My third official desert race was held in Parker Arizona the first weekend in November of 2001.  After my disappointing break down in my previous race I was determined to not let that happen again.  My sponsors helped me with a few more “go fast” parts for my bike and some new tires. …

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Summer of 1993, Part 7

Sumer of 1994, Part 7 I awoke with mixed emotions.  I had been having fun in the last week working with Miguel training Vicente and helping around the ranch, but I also wanted to head home.  I still didn’t exactly feel qualified to do what I had been tasked with, but it appeared that we…

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Summer of 1993, Part 6

Part 6 I woke to daylight streaming into our room through a crack in the shutters.  I heard voices in the kitchen and quickly dressed to join them.  Breakfast was served of fresh bread, fried eggs, and coffee.  By now I was beginning to look forward to the morning coffee and didn’t even touch the…

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Summer of 1993, Part 5

Part 5 I awoke in the darkness to the banging of the shutters on the glassless window of our bedroom.  I was freezing cold under my blanket.  The wind was howling outside as a “surazo” had blown in during the night.  It was winter and the storms come from the south or “sur” in Spanish. …

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Summer of 1993, Part 4

Part 4 I woke shivering.  I laid still for a second trying to remember where I was when I heard a voice.  “Juan…Guillermo…” It was Miguel calling our names trying to wake us up.  I sat up and let him know I was awake.  Neal woke up at the same time.  It was pitch black…

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