T-Mac
I heard about T-Mac’s cancer diagnosis last week and frankly I have been kind of at a loss for words. Fuck is the word that comes to mind most often. Fucking cancer. I am sick of it fucking with people that I care about, no one deserves it, no one wants it.
I have been playing the bike game for a long time now, T-Mac has been playing it longer and better. As a rider he is someone I have always respected and looked up to. Super savy, great sprint, great skills. The guy can do it all. The respect I have for T-Mac as a rider is nothing compared to T-Mac the man. Over the years I have had the pleasure of going to several ‘cross Nats with him, being in a lot of breaks, as well as chasing him around Mexico for a week last winter. Some of the best times ever. All I can say is cancer picked the wrong wheel to suck. Send some good energy out to T-Mac. It works, it worked for my Mom(3 times now) and it will work for T-Mac. Lets give him the lead out so he can wind up that awesome sprint.
