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Great job at the Milk race! I saw Steve and Ryan finished Top 10. I must admit I'm a little jealous. Babes love upgrade points! My excitement to race 'cross, which seems surprisingly popular on the left half of the state, is building. Only six weeks to go! In January and February, Steve and I created "Friday Night Fast," thirty-plus-mile Friday night rides in the cold, the sun had already been gone for an hour. The night would usually end with a sprint from the Glenwood Bridge down dark East Carson to the Hot Metal Bridge. Such stupid fun, all to calm our nerves between then and that first Mingo Creek race ... only six weeks away! I wish I had someone to share that excitement with here. I have an interview in Kalispell on Monday. Kalispell is a town of a little more than twenty thousand, huge by this state's standards. It's far north, cold, only thirty miles from the Canadian border, not far from Glacier, actually. It borders a little ski town called Whitefish, a village of mostly twenty-something yuppies. Seems like it would be a perfect fit for me! Any fleeting feeling I had about being "punk" has quickly disappeared. I spent an hour in the Patagonia store yesterday ... To love this state you have to love the outdoors, but the outdoors are two-fold: in Dillon, it's hunting and fishing; in Whitefish, it's skiing and biking. I miss Pittsburgh for one reason only: friendship. It's harder to start over at twenty-six than it was at eighteen, a college freshman six hours from home. Then, I could meet kids in class, the dorm, at shows. I guess my new approach will be hanging out outside the bike shop in full kit, putting out the vibe: You wanna go fast? Yeah? Well let's ride! I have high hopes for this job. Experience and educationally, I'm more than qualified. And, when applying for any teaching position, especially one with kids under age five, being male puts me in that one percentile of employed educators. Also, there hasn't been much for me to apply for. School starts in less than two weeks. I feel imposing being on my friend's couch and I'm sure her boyfriend agrees. I'd like to get out of here as soon as I can, not because I hate it, but because I want to. In a twisted way, I desire to start over completely, know noone. It was forty-five degrees when I woke up this morning. Fall is already here ...