About Me

I began cycling in 2006 when I was forced to take time off the UofO rowing team due to overtraining and hurting my back. After a month of riding my first road bike and racing that spring, I was hooked, but had an obligation to focus on rowing until the summer. In 2007, I overtrained myself in the fall and winter, this time on the bike, and had to take just about the entire racing season off to recover. Last year, 2008, was my first solid year on the bike and I made some huge gains, concluding with a summer spent racing in Belgium with the Israeli U23 team. I went to train in Arizona for about three months this winter, and came back to Oregon stronger than ever, but got sick, then had a bad crash, both of which forced me to miss about six weeks of training and racing in the early spring. But I’m recovering my fitness quickly. Which brings us up to date.

I’ll leave you with a poem:

A sturdy beast
That can eat a feast
Oats, barely, hay or grass
This great mammal cannot be passed
For it posses feats of power
It rivals all and has no need for the shower
A Vo2 that cannot be topped
Legs of iron that cannot be stopped
It produces more watts than a train
It’s threshold is simply insane
This proud species of which I speak
Gladly races for its keep
It has no need for fame or wealth
Just give it some carrots and a jockey the size of an elf
“What is this creature?” you think, in disarray
“A horse of course,” you may say
But you would be mistaken, for a horse’s speed can be forsaken.
There is but one thing that can be such a one-man team
A robot horse, riding a Kona Zing Supreme

6 Comments

  • Paula McFarland

    Good and exciting writing, Kennett. I’m following you as you write and ride.

    Grandma

  • Paula McFarland

    I’m following you with great interest, Kennett!

  • Kennett:

    Your skills are awesome, your persistence is beyond compare and your dreams are clearer than the NorthPole Star.

    It’s been great to watch you visualize your dreams and doing something about it.

    I am currently reading ‘What The Bleep Do We know;’ it’s abook that might make good sense to you at this stage.

    Europe is the place I sharpened my teeth on when young, and all the things you learn there will fit into the puzzle as you continue riding and writing.

    Each race you bike this summer will, perhaps, leave the proverbial ‘foreign object’ that, proberly nurtured will, one day be ‘the pearl in your oyser.’

    Your poem, by the way is great.

    Thanks for listening, young man.

    :) Kurt

    P.S. My youngest son, Ian, just visited Barcelona this summer and he siad it was a neat city for young people.

  • Thanks Kurt!

  • katrina overcash

    Hi, I see you are looking for temporary housing in April. Are you offering anything for rent? I have room attached to garage with its own bath and separate entrance. Bike bath right in front of house. Cable TV, full size bed, a inflatable air mattress. Shed to look up bikes. If interested you can email me. K.overcash@att.net

  • I like your poem, Kennett. Hoping to hear more from and about you.


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