Riding with Todd for six years has generated many adventurous tales. There are way too many to list here, but I'll just throw out a couple. There was the time his bottom bracket seized on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride right in the middle of a swarm of mosquitoes. Todd, Sarge, and I sat there getting eaten alive as we tried to figure out what the hell had happened. Then there was the time when Todd and I tied Bill's legs together with inner tubes after he hyper extended his leg, and then dragged poor bill down the ravine to safety. You can't help but feel a little closer to a couple of dudes after climbing down a ravine in a sweaty, spandex clad group hug.
Todd has survived many a crash, and has put up with trash talk that would make most grown men cry. We'll also miss Todd's expressive trail riding. Primal grunts and groans. Mild swearing when he failed to clear an obstacle, or extreme profanity when he went down hard. After a few years, you got used to all the noise behind you, and didn't worry about him unless you heard the really bad words. Here's a great video of Todd expressing himself on the Tahoe Rim Trail...
Good luck with the new job, Todd! We hope you stay in good enough shape to rejoin us in a few months.
Feel free to wish Todd well or post a funny Todd story in the comments!