HE WAS A TROUBLED KID FROM A BROKEN HOME. THEN HE FOUND BIKES

Laura and Bryan’s house had two cabs parked in the driveway. Dylan and Laura would wake to find him standing in the living room, sobbing from night terrors. [...]we would roll alongside Lady Bird Lake toward Austin’s ever-rising skyscrapers, shouting, “DOOOOOWNTOWN...DOOOOOWNTOWN!” We’d stop to take a photo in front of the buildings reflecting off the water, and I’d tell Bryan, “Never forget, you live in one of the best cities in the entire world.” Bryan participated in a series of criterium clinics my racing team put on, and even beat a bunch of grown men in a five-lap practice race. Another time, Bryan stayed for dinner after a ride—and, still blushing with pride, told us he had a pepperoni pizza delivered to school from the favorite restaurant of his most recent crush.