When I first started scaring people on this forum I was dying. I was in a tailspin that not even my wife knew about. I came here just to see and soon I found a lot of people who where not your typical Internet geeks. People whom where real on a forum whose boss let adults be adults and often times children.
The first person to reach out to me was a Slowtwitchian I consider a dear friend. We do not post to each other often but my friend, for reasons unknown to me, sent me a Giant win I needed the protection of a giant the most. I got a bike and the bike did nothing more than save my life. That beautiful blue compact noble machine reminded me that sweat and pain was still part of me and that is what could save me. In the time I have ridden that Giant, more than I am given credit for, I have started to find myself in endurance and though I still fight suicide and depression every minute of my life the Giant is the steed that is leading me slowly into the sun.
So as me and the Giant fight the good fight more members of this land of insanity chose to upgrade my weapon. For reason still unknown I was given a P3. At the beginning it was a funny joke, then a possibility, then a burden of guilt, yesterday is was a sexy piece of porn but today it is a weapon.
My boy Jeff worked his ass off today and got her together. I was in and out of his shop all day. Slowly she became a bike and now that I look at her I realize she will either become a weapon to fight my demons and rediscover my fight or it will be an unbearable white elephant. Time will tell but as of now she is more M4/203 then an emperor’s sick joke.
Thank you again.
