A month ago I felt certain I had lost my hold on the rope forever. This morning I found myself at Tom Brown Park, riding dusty single track. I need to say that I am grateful man, kiss the ground and beg forgiveness grateful to be back on my bike and riding. Nothing hurt more than it needed to, and I didn't miss those 16 angry blocks of butter I sloughed off. Rock bottom is a hard place to be, but you can get a really good push-off from down there.