It all started so well. Nice warm day. Some semblance of fitness in my legs. Top 15 going into the singletrack so I missed what witnesses reported to be a spectacular crash from the number two rider. Some junior hit a rock with his pedal and went ass over teakettle into the grass. The next time around, a couple of people are trying to help him out when I roll by. As I approached the wreckage sight on the next lap, there were half a dozen folks trying to see what was going on and starting to crowd the course.
As I edged away from the people, I ended up hitting the same rock with my pedal. (Apparently, Dash hit it pretty hard too.) No recollection of the crash. Just trying to get back in the race and watching the week old saddle come off the rails. Crap. Race over. The next day, I notice a bruise and a cut on my head. Inspecting the helmet, I notice a few precious hairs stuck in one of the several cracks in the foam. If you look closely, you can see a trickle of blood through the front vents of the helmet, which I totally missed because I went right into the shower when I got home. Yeah, bike racing is awesome.
You left your kickstand down again is what it sounds like.
ReplyDeleteI think his skirt was prolly on too tight!
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