Coco lives. She is the soft-spoken, hard-headed unofficial mascot of this cycling outfit I'm a part of. She travels to races and tries to get as good of a view as she can. It's not easy not having legs. The legs she once had weren't hers anyway. Here she's showing a little skin to get the boys rowled up. She sure is somethin'.
The reason I bring up miss Coco is because much of what is on my mind lately relates to the fast approaching race season. I've been stressing out about it. I've always told myself that racing should be fun. My competitiveness does not run deep. I don't strive to be a great athlete. I just like to push myself. I like the people and the times before and after an event, the jokes, sleeping on floors, living out of a car, leaving town, and so on. Coco embodies those good times. She reminds me to keep it light, like her (cause after all, she's just a hollow fiber glass torso).