Saturday was the Deer Valley race. The weather was cold and rainy up until ten minutes into the race. Then out of nowhere the sun came out and lasted through awards. The team looked good as always and Brian was feeling strong. He slashed his tire during the second lap and held in second place. Shortly after coming through the feed zone and headed back up the hill, we saw someone in blue carrying a tire in one hand and a bike in the other. I walked up to help them and sure enough it was Bri. His tire flatted on the climb and he stopped to try and fix it. When he was changing the tube the valve ceased against the rim and he wasn't able to fix it. Stupid mechanical problems. He looked good and felt strong. Maybe at Solitude he'll be able to gain back the points. As we were leaving the race, Finley was saying 'Papa was fast today. He needs a trophy.' I have no idea where she learned what a trophy was but it was darn cute. I thought maybe she would forget about it but no, all the way home she noted that papa needed a trophy. So when we got home we 'made' him a trophy and she was so excited to give it to him. I love my little girl, she has such a sweet heart.
Finley helped me with the writing and 'drew' some of the pictures.
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