On August 7, 1998, my family and I arrived at JFK Airport in New York City. We were not on vacation. We were here to stay. Although my 13 years old mind, at the time, just couldn’t grasp the finality of living in a foreign land from then until eternity.
The [...]
04 Aug, 2008
Posted by: admin In: Bike
I am A fat cyclist, that’s right, I said it. Of course, not to be confused with THE Fat Cyclist.
I’ve always thought that I am genetically sub-par; My VO2Max is equivalent to that of a couch-potato and I can’t build a six-pack even at my skinniest. However, I do believe I’ve finally [...]