I have a theory that continues to hold true. Every time we move to a new area in the country a debilitating flu/illness awaits us. We don’t have the antibodies of the locals to fight off the everyday bug so it waits for us newbie’s, attacks, and makes us miserable for days, weeks, etc. Sean and I both got the local flu. We have spent a week in bed shivering, sniffling, coughing, just waiting for it to run its course and leave. After a week I am finally feeling like coming into the office and working, a very necessary task. While Sean took the day to race in a local series to see how he felt. His luck continues to be low when he t-boned into a down rider on the course. He saw a few guys in the break swing left wondering what was going on. The down rider was not even part of the road race and made a bone head move of looking back to see who was coming. Luckily, he only has some starches and a bruised back. He managed to get back in and finish with the break. Is this week over yet?
