On Vox: Whoops
More evidence of my hilarious lack of cycling skills: Climbing Russel St. In Woburn I accidentally ran into the curb and crashed because I was tired, nauseus from climbing, and unable to operate floating cleats. You can't make this up people. Fortunately my bike is fine, but one of these days I am going to crack one of the carbon tubes and oh god why can't I enjoy nice a bike like other people. Other than that the weather was beauitful, and I was humming along. I drafted a little off a moped on Mass Ave :3
Need to adjust the derailleurs a little bit; if they are bent I will likely cry.
I was reading about L'Etape Du Tour when I stumbled upon this entertaining article about one of the best ultramarathon cyclists:
That Which Doesn't Kill Me Makes Me Stranger
Occasionally, Robic leaps from his bike to square off with shadowy figures that turn out to be mailboxes. In a 2004 race, he turned to see himself pursued by a howling band of black-bearded men on horseback.
‘‘Mujahedeen, shooting at me,’’ he explains. ‘‘So I ride faster.’’
And yet he's still better than everyone else!
Tomorrow I'm bringing the last pile of junk to Salvation Army. Save a few leaky tubes and 26" Nimbus tires I can't bear to part with, my apartment is free of detritus.
Originally posted on jeepershcrackers.vox.com