Years later the dream remains.

To anyone that might have looked at this for even a split second and wondered what the hell happened between the last post and now.........well, life happened.

The initial attempt at the BITD Vegas to Reno race never took off.  Team mate went to the other coast, went through a handful of bikes, got out of the military, went back to school full time, went to work full time, had a baby, moved to another town, and changed jobs a few times, to name a few things.  It happens, I know, but every years I look ahead into August and hope this will be the year. But every year things come up or I just can't drop it all to prep, train, and race.

So fast forward to 2015.  I am several months away from finishing up my degree, I have a good job in the Aerospace Industry, we live even closer to riding areas, I still have a bike, I have done a lot more desert races over the past few years, and I still dream of Vegas to Reno.  With the good things comes the bad, mainly I have gotten out of shape.   I am far from  the shape I was when I was in the military.  There is just nowhere near the amount of "runnin and gunnin" in the cube farms that there once was with the Marines.  Instead of morning PT, ruck runs, and miserably long field Ops, its early morning commutes to sit in a cube and glaring into a desktop all day.  I think I have fallen into the slump a lot of infantry guys fall into when they get out.  I have no goal, no mission, no reason to train, no purpose to sweat and bleed.  I am hoping with a future goal and a sense of purpose my discipline will kick back in and I can focus.

Back to the mission at hand.  The goal at the moment is to prepare to race the 2016 Best in the Desert Vegas to Reno off road race.  Prepare myself, my bike, and a support team.  At this point it will be a solo run, but if I can get another rider that can roll with the punches and I can get along with, this may change.  Until then, this is going to be a one man show.

Over the past few years of dreaming I have gained a lot more knowledge and experience in the desert, on bikes, solo riding, and learned more about myself.  Since the military I have worked in the motorcycle industry, tactical industry, and the aerospace industry.  Each of which have started with talking to somebody about bikes and how one day I want to race this race.  Funny thing is, all of these great opportunities started with a conversation about motorcycles.  It's crazy that my life changed and doors were opened because of a shared passion of motorcycles.

Anyways, I'm back in the game.  Forming a solid program, got pounds to shed, got bikes to prep, and got just over  a year to prepare myself for the early morning flag drop.