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About: My name is Andrew Vicente Silva Pinto Coulter, but most people just call me Coulter. Those three names in the middle have a special significance that you’ll hear about later. Born in December of 1992 to a father from small town Kansas and a mother from big city Rio de Janeiro, one could say I’m quite the odd combination. But, like French fries and Frostys, I just happen to work. I’m the youngest of four, and frankly I’ve always been the overly energetic little brother. My family has always been there for me, and I can’t say enough about the encouraging, loving and just plain goofy environment my parents did so well to create.

I’ve always loved sports and have played them for as long as I can remember, but my heart has only ever had one true love. Futebol, Futbol, Fußball or Soccer. Doesn’t matter what you call it; I’m crazy about it. I support Arsenal F.C. like I’m getting paid for my time and not a day goes by where I’m not playing, watching, or reading about it. Other than “the beautiful game” my interests include photography, backpacking, and a good DIY project – nothing beats fixing, improving or making something with your own hands.

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Why I Ride

About 3 years ago I had the blessing of spending 2 of the toughest weeks of my entire life in Rio de Janeiro. I say “blessing” because without a doubt I can say that I would not be the person I am today without those two weeks. Though trying as they were, the perspective, wisdom and inspiration they filled me with were completely priceless.

My grandfather was a small bustling old man with a big voice and an even bigger personality. He could open up even the shyest of people and had a way of making virtually anyone smile from ear to ear. Unfortunately though, I found myself in Rio in the middle of the summer after freshman year because my grandfather had fallen ill a couple months beforehand. After a doctor’s visit, the worst was confirmed. It was cancer. He had a large tumor on his liver and there wasn’t much more that could be done. He had undergone experimental chemo testing and now was waiting to see if his condition would improve. So here I was sitting at his bedside 4 months after diagnosis and a month after treatment. I saw him struggle just to catch his breath after reaching for the remote. I listened to him talk about life and deal with the confusion of why he was being forced to suffer so much. I watched a grown man sit down at a table and become reduced to tears because he could not physically chew and swallow a bite of his favorite pizza. For two weeks I saw a man fight.

I ride for Vicente Silva Pinto.