As this is my first post I should tell you about how I got to here. What would I rather have, a new bike or a new car...the answer is always a new bike. It all started with my mom showing me how fast you can go on bikes because I always had the need for speed. As a very young girl, active in all my activities, cycling was just another one for now. Traveling to races with my parents I met so many friendly people that they knew from years past and made friends with more. Racing gave me the high for my need for speed and the feeling of belonging. When years past I became closer with the people in the sport and closer to my bike; it wasn't a sport anymore it has become who I call my friends, my family, and my drug. My bike was always there for me whenever I felt overwhelmed stressed or just down, a ride was always the cure. But riding was not just what I wanted, the racer in me had to get to use. Some call me fearless thinking riding down hills hitting 55 miles a hour is fun or hitting 65 on my downhill skis. I dream of racing with women elbow to elbow, surges up hills, and full out sprints with attacks from left to right. But the hardest part is mental. There were never easy days. Not everyone can have their best race everyday. There are days I feel I need to stay in the gym for tens of hours because I think I'm not good enough, days I didn't want to touch my bike because I felt disappointed in myself, days I watched and thought of things I could have done, but I do it all because of my goals and dreams. I dream that one day young girl racers will know my name and cheer for me and be role model to them that you can do anything no matter what someone tells you. So here is the beginning on my journey.