I was going to write something about the Landis decision or about how I am frantically packing for my trip to Seattle, but then I received an email this morning from my cycling club. At our local Saturday morning ride a cyclist was hit by an 18-wheeler and killed. I have seen people dead and I’ve been there when people have died in front of me. And I wish I could say that I am always saddened by the death of someone, but at times I wasn’t. I guess it’s more of a situational thing. However, when a cyclist is killed it strikes me hard. I ride whenever I’m home and I don’t think about what could happen to me. If I did I think I would never venture out onto the road. So after reading the article in the newspaper the Landis scandal didn’t seem as important as the death of Sandy and the loss to his girlfriend and family.