tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783638885257014054.post9024023403092811382..comments2023-08-17T04:31:50.120-07:00Comments on Evo Davo: Tired body and semi race report MFG #3EvoDavohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08555519532037492421noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5783638885257014054.post-46603751421417073382011-10-05T09:17:51.519-07:002011-10-05T09:17:51.519-07:00"My dear mom was out ringing a cowbell and ch..."My dear mom was out ringing a cowbell and cheering me on. For some reason I have been able to hear her voice cheering me through a crowd since I was a kid."<br /><br />This is not uncommon. <br /><br />My dad sang in the Portland Opera Chorus for several seasons -- big guy, bass-baritone -- and my sister and I could *always* pick out his voice in rehearsals, even though he was supposed to blend in.<br /><br />Sweetie comes to races and cheers me on and believe me, I can hear her voice from anywhere on the course, every time, long before I see her waving the Team Slow sign and ringing her little cowbell.<br /><br />It's the aural DNA of love. And every time we experience it at races, it makes the heart rise just a little bit higher and gives us a little oomph of strength. Treasure it.bikelovejoneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16141991025526354179noreply@blogger.com