Hour plus drive. Hour warm up. Felt good. Broken spoke in the first mile. Epic fail. First warm sunny perfect day of the year.
Had good fish tacos in Dover and thanks to Disfear, I managed not to smash my car into anything. Also resisted temptation to stop at random tattoo shop and get FTW tatooed on my forehead.
There's always the next race.
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You still had a better race than the dude who's front wheel and fork blades bounced past me.
who's=whose
"Sunday night put air in the tires" turned into "Sunday night found two broken spokes on commuter bike". I have 1 spare, not 2.
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