In an nutshell, I went back to school thinking that I'd focus on engineering. Smart move, but I wasn't "passionate" about engineering. It was cool, but I didn't spend my waking hours, dreaming about equations and designs. I was out cycling, hiking, enjoying the mountains that I had missed for so long. I eventually changed majors and got my degree in Recreation Administration in hope of finding something that would pay me well to do things in the out-of-doors.
I married my lovely wife in 1996 and we had our daughter in 1998, bought a house in 1999. Life was good.

9 months later, I opened a bike shop.
Again, in a nutshell.. the shop did really well for the first few years, but then economic times (we can call them budget cuts for the sake of keeping it in the theme) began to slowly rip away at us. One of the interesting things that happened in this 7.5 year span, was that I came across a small sailboat through a neighbor. It somehow re-ignited my passion for the water. I slowly began to reminisce about "the days" on the boat and how fun it was as a kid. I started sailing again with the family, racing, joined a sailing club and taking friends out whenever possible. It was fun, but I had the desire to go bigger... just like my dad....
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