I didn’t think there’d ever be another movie that rocked my world after Klunkerz came out, but I was wrong. If you’ve ever been a media-driven, two-dimensional public character who got lost in being that character, you gotta see Mickey Roarke and Marisa Tomei in the The Wrestler. I got a good glimpse of who I’d be at my age had I not broken free of the grid that was Captain Dondo and put my energy into the mundane world of work, family and friends. Captain Dondo was as close as I ever got to being a rock star—and I can’t say the allure isn’t still there (otherwise we wouldn’t be having these little public chats)—but I’m so glad I got over it in time to salvage the rest of my life, not to mention a chunk of my dignity. Wow. I love mountain biking. Don’t ever doubt that. (I’m seriously considering going out for a ride on the refrozen crusty snow on Big Pink before the afternoon snow storm shuts the Opportunity Window.) And I don’t think I ever took my position in the bike world as seriously as some people I’ve worked with. But if I ever try to turn this into anything more than the occasional blog entry, Dirt Rag story or Kenda Fest apprearance, just shoot me.