My celebrations of past new years have been limited. My idea of a good new year is usually a nice dinner at home, a quiet evening and being in bed well before midnight, followed by a nice ride the next morning.
2008 was not a normal year. While it contained one incredible high, it was defined by one incredible low. I can honestly say that 2008 has been the worst year of my life and I needed to kick it in the ass on its way out the door.
Team O'Dea has been camped out at my house for the past few days, wrapping up their winter training camp. We started the celebration off with an afternoon ride at Boyette with Kurt and the dogs, then headed back to my house for dinner on the grill and some really good beer that Eddie picked up. We capped it off by walking over the the local bar district to watch drunk people and ate pizza at 1AM. This will probably be the last time I see 1AM until at least next new year's.
2009 is here and there's nowhere to go but up. Racing starts in 4 weeks and a blog overhaul is due. I'll squeeze that in somewhere between all the riding.
Good fucking riddance, 2008.