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.

@Shonak Was about time.

@All Thank you very much.

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...

@The Hobbit Probably not so much after looking at the banner

@Ian Thanks

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.

sutty68 wrote:
He must like seeing me say Good Luck