I’ll miss Brad Keyes.
But not as much as he’ll miss the trails here in Utah.
I’ll miss chasing—or being chased by—him in the Intermountain Cup, Friday morning World’s and various lunch rides, night races, and Gooseberry Epic’s. Quite honestly, the flat-landers of the Midwest simply have no idea what has just arrived in their neck of the woods. And in that sense, maybe I’m glad Brad and his family have moved to Chicago. After all, it’s one less guy to throttle me in race after race after race. Right?
Without sounding overly sentimental or saccharine I do want to say this: Good luck old friend. Come back soon. And show those boys back east how we roll here in the Rockies.
And if you find yourself homesick, or missing American Fork Canyon or the White Rim or Clark’s, just know that we’re thinking of you as we flog each other up those roads and trails. And that riding them without you around is just not quite the same…
Give Chicago hell. The good kind.
Sell a lot of CarboRocket. Eat a lot of Bratwurst.
And while I realize I’m repeating myself, It’s worth being redundant: Come back soon.
After all, you have a belt to defend.