Last weekend was a milestone doing my first race and all. But I learned on Sunday afternoon that I had lost my best friend, Liz Majors. She died Thursday night in a motorcycle accident on I-25.

Liz was my motorcycle buddy, skiing buddy, bicycling buddy, dining out buddy, and sometimes even my girlfriend. She was so excited that I was going to give racing a try. She was even planning to come down to Pueblo Sunday to cheer me on and help me in my pit or maybe even give corner working a try. After I got the news I was in shock and denial.

Fortunately, I was around MRA friends and had people to talk to about it and that's what is so great about the MRA. Racing for sure, but more importantly having terrific people around when you need them.

If you see Liz's name on my race bike you'll know why.

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Mark