That dream of being a cyclist has always lingered in the air above me. I may have tried many things but never have I loved the joy of riding up and down a hill flat out in a race. I may have had my up’s and down’s and a fair few crashes but never has anything happened like this before. This is the story of my life, the life of a boy that never reached his dream, Until Now!

As a young boy life was always pretty great. I was born in New Zealand and there till I was 2 years old. I moved to Melbourne, Australia the year I turned 2. My family has always been very supportive of me for whatever sport you play. Growing up in Melbourne you get the feel for a sport that goes by the name of the Australian Football League (or AFL for short). I grew up playing AFL and it was only when I turned 10 that I realised my love for Cycling.

Going through primary school can be tough for some people, but try being a small kid who has just gotten glasses and has to wear an eye patch for 2 weeks. I tried to get through but the bullying was quite bad. I remember that the worst thing I was called was 3 eyes. Now I know it isn’t the worst thing someone can be called but I was only young and the bully was a lot older then I was. The only thing I could count on in those days was sport.