Life's tough. It's tougher when you're stupid.
I freaking hate when that stuff happens.
I did that once for a road race in Williamsburg VA a long time ago. Ended up borrowing my buddy's old shoes, which were two Euro sizes bigger. Since this was back in the day when we had clips and straps, we could do that, but it still sucked, and I was DNF after half the race.No fun, but memorable.John(ny)
I arrived at the velodrome for our Wednesday night training session one night in December sans helmet.The other 20 odd people there agreed to let me ride because it was considered that the helmet was a purely cosmetic device (in my situation). Just joking. I drove that 30 miles and then had to fly a stopwatch for the night.
What have you done to anger the gods of The E.C.?
All, thanks for the condolences. Chris, I think I unfavorably compared the porter at Ellicott Mills Brewing Co. with the porter made by Dogfish Head. That, or I may have called the collected shopkeepers of historic E.C. a pack of hippies in one of my looser moments. No offense meant - that's just a factual observation. Further, I think that the crash the other week was meant to put things right, but the maple tree may have bogied my blood sacrifice, leaving the Dirt Deities' anger unquenched. Yeah, it's totally made up and crazy but I don't have any better explanation for the run of bad luck I'm having.
That sucks. I've driven (2) hours to a race before realizing that my helmet didn't make the trip. I hoped you didn't bail and just got some duct tape.
My puddin buddy bill forgot his cleats last summer when we drove 2 hours to the Napa Century. We borrowed a set of flat pedals from someone in the parking lot and he rode the whole 100 miles in his flip flops.
a real hardman would have ridden his bike to the ride start... just sayin'
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