As far as bucket list items go, racing the Pikes Peak International Hill Climb in 2013 is definitely one of those items. What a week it was, too: Wake-up calls at 2am, practice at 5:30am, just as the sun peaked over the horizon, cold temps, new (electric) bike, and of course, dealing with the elevation. There was so much to learn and adjust to, which makes racing at Pikes Peak unlike anything else. As if that wasn’t enough, I had to go crash during qualifying, which sent me flying off the road and breaking my foot. Miraculously that was the only injury I sustained (of which I still feel the effects today). My wife, who rarely attends my races, flew in for this one, which made for an awkward car ride as we drove back to the hotel with my broken foot.

Nonetheless, the decision to continue racing despite my injury turned out to be a good one, as I managed to snag third place in my class. Better still, I met a ton of great people – competitors and fans alike – that truly made the experience memorable. No matter where you finished, the fans cheered like you were a winner. I even had kids ask for my autograph! As cool as Pikes Peak was, I have no desire to do it again. I’m happy with the memories I have.