First the singular bad: Had a pretty gnarly crash-up on my road bike that I've been trying to get over. I was roaring down a long descent into a tight left-hander and had it all lined up until I hit the little piece of gravel. Strava says I went down at 40 mph. I slid a long ways and lost a lot of skin. Leg. Butt. Arm. Hand.
It may sound funny, but I enjoyed it because I'd already decided to. I remember thinking, "When am I going to stop sliding???"
It was a great day all-in-all. Except I ruined my classic Colavita kit- Booo!!
Cara and I have been making a lot of bracelets for the SHS riders. Those kids are awesome and they are really digging the bracelets. That makes me happy.
There is so much more I want to do.
I was served a lucky twist of fate. What do I do with it? I felt a little off center today and so I am going to find myself on The Bulldog tomorrow. It's my place to recenter.
A crusade to blaspheme gravity. Arrrr!