I moved to Boulder Colorado because that’s where the cyclists were and I knew I wanted to work in cycling. I went to the 7-11 around the corner and got a job. I lived alone. I had never lived alone in my life. I eventually started my own small business. I would test out other people’s security. I spent a lot of time breaking into places and stealing things. It was great. I had a really cool job there. I had contracts with dozens of places all over the area.

I would walk into an Old Navy wearing a bright red shirt and blue pants and a baseball hat and ask someone if they could help me. Then I’d come back a few minutes later in camo pants, an orange shirt and no hat. They usually wouldn’t know the difference. My job was to see how long I could do that before they noticed that I was wearing different things and/or was stealing clothes. They usually didn’t notice. I’d break into factories and set off an alarm and see if people conducted a proper security check. I’d take pictures of things, wander around and into the CEO’s office. I’d take pictures of his desk and find his passwords. People always looked so surprised by what I was able to steal or where and what I was able to get into.

But I was in massage school that whole time and cycling came calling. That’s where I wanted to be. I got into it wanting to go to the top. Everyone wants to do the Tour and Roubaix. But the longer I was in the sport the more I became a little disenfranchised with it. Attitudes and Egos and Politics.

Instead of being the #1 guy, I found myself wanting wanting to be involved in Development. And that’s where I’ve stayed.