Hey Guys, some of you might already have heard of my plans, but for those who don't, well, you've just found out! I've already played up to the Omloop, but the first few posts will be about his earlier life anyway. Whose earlier life, you ask? Well, you'll find out in a few minutes.
Game Info:
Spoiler
DB: Daily's 2013 DB (Post-TDF Updata), with a few extra young riders added
Difficulty: Hard
Evolution: 0.3
Also, this might end up a bit like the Comeback (of which i read way to little ), or Karl Hammarling, or Caleb Ewan, or hopefully something completely different. I'll probably update once every day, or maybe every two days. Also, since this is my first story, don't be that harsh on me.
And if there's anything you'd change about the layout, the report style, anything really, please say so, i don't really know myself how this should really look.
Hi to all you cycling fans out there. I'm not sure how to get this going, so I guess I'll start with the easiest part: This is my blog! Some of you might already know me, but I bet most of you don't. I'll write a short introduction to who I am and what I am, and then we can get the racing started. My story begins on the 19th of December 1992, in Seattle, Washington. There I was born as the second son of Linda and Padraig O'Connor, both teachers at Nathan Hale High. From there on, my life was that of a normal American kid. I played video games, played base ball, and rode my bike to school over the hills of suburbian Seattle, but not more. But it all changed when I had just turned eight.
Feel free to post, btw.Edited by Dippofix on 13-12-2013 15:29
I was just playing with my Christmas present, I can't even remember what it was, when my Dad came in, put his arm around my shoulder and looked me in the eye with a melancholic expression on his face. Then, he told me we were going to move back to Ireland. See, to understand this you need to know that my Dad is Irish and my Mom is American. So my first thought was, are they getting divorced? It was not so, and that's how we moved back to Ireland. Didn't ask me once whether I liked it or not, just packed the bags and we were off, before New Years Eve. I didn't mind it though, I thought it would be a great adventure, and so it was. Once we were in Ireland, it was much of the same. I rode my bike nearly every day, mostly to get places, but sometimes just for the fun of it. On my fourteenth Birthday, my dad got me a proper road bike...
At least he got a new bike, like 6 years later. Worth all the hassle to move to Ireland in the end.
That's quite a big signature you have there by the way. It also redirects to sutty's post in thread. You should link it to the first or second post in the thread.
Edited by Shonak on 10-12-2013 23:34
"It’s a little bit scary when Contador attacks." - Tommy V
Shonak wrote:
At least he got a new bike, like 6 years later. Worth all the hassle to move to Ireland in the end.
That's quite a big signature you have there by the way. It also redirects to sutty's post in thread. You should link it to the first or second post in the thread.
), or Karl Hammarling, or Caleb Ewan, or hopefully something completely different. I'll probably update once every day, or maybe every two days. Also, since this is my first story, don't be that harsh on me. 
