The Dybo Memiors: Mallissa’s first and only race spectation.

On the eve of the first 2009 Michigan race weekend I feel compelled to retell another chapter out of the Godfather’s cycling tenure. Sit back, relax, enjoy, and good luck to everyone this weekend. It’s going to be another great season!


Did I ever tell you about the time Mallissa came to one of my races? I tell you what…I felt good, and I got in the break. I was freaking flying that day! Well, needless to say, I ended up winning the race. I rolled across the line, threw my hands up and basked in the glory of scoring a big W right in front of my girl’s virgin race experience. After the race, I got myself cleaned up, stepped onto the podium, collected my prizes and got in the car to drive home with Mallissa. As we drove, I replayed the whole race in my mind. I turned to Mallissa and asked, “So what did you think about the race? How did I look? I felt really good today! How was my form?”. Mallissa then turned to me and replied, “so how did you do in the race? What place did you take?”…and that was the last race Mallissa ever went to.