Bromont died this past weekend.   He was pretty much done with this world.  Trudi is a mess. She loved that dog to death.  I just took her to the Kansas City airport, heading off to the Tour of California.  Hopefully that will be a good distraction for her.

It is so strange how you become so dependent upon being responsible for another.  He shaped my life more than I want to admit.   I think he made many other people’s life’s better too, which isn’t an insignificant thing.

I had a deal with Bromont.  I promised to take care of him as best I could, as long as I could.  We took care of each other.  He was a pure joy to be around and a very good boy.  I’m going to miss him like crazy.

I am very sad to say that my good friend, and a very special part of our Topeka cycling tribe, Glenda Taylor was killed this morning at the Kansas State Time Trial Championships.

Glenda just returned from a trip to Peru last week, went directly to the Tour of Kansas City and was at the State TIme Trial, warming up, when hit by a pickup.

Glenda was a Professor at Washburn University, in Topeka, and the chair of the Art Department.  Such at great artist.   She made  unbelievably beautiful pottery.  I have many of her pieces.

She loved to ride her bike and compete.  She raced virtually every race she could attend.   Road, cross, MTB, it didn’t matter.  She raced nearly more than me.

She was married to Joe Saia.  I feel so, so badly for him.  I am very sad.

Here’s a link to an article in the Topeka Capitol Journal that tells a little about her life.

At Cross Nationals.

On a Colorado trip with the Topeka gang. Glenda is in the center next to Catherine.

Glenda on Machu Picchu, in Peru, a couple weeks ago.