It's a funny thing being a cyclist. When it's time to consolidate your wardrobe there are lots of jerseys. They aren't just things you wear when you ride your bike, they are a memento of a time and a place. Your first this, or the last time you did that. I was wearing this one when I had my first crash. I was working for this company when I wore that. Old teams. New teams. That bike shop and this one. After going through and separating which ones to keep and which ones to toss, I struggle. These are reminders of who I was, then. It's tough saying goodbye, but in the end, I guess it's just a smelly old jersey anyways.