I predicted it would be a lost weekend, and so it was. I rode in a competitive event yesterday . . . although, to be sure, in a less than competitive manner . . . then rode again this morning, just for fun, with some hashing friends. Sore and tired? You bet. But it’s a good sore and tired!
About 30 miles into the 35-mile section of yesterday’s El Tour de Tucson, a policeman held up his hand for me to stop. I had time to get my feet out of the pedal clips, but for some reason couldn’t get my left foot out. Boom.
Otherwise it was a great ride. Next year our whole riding gang promises to do it. By then I ought to be more proficient at getting in and out of pedal clips.
Anyway, it wasn’t a bad spill. The bad spill happened today, just a couple of hours ago, on the bicycle hash. And it happened to someone else, not me. I’m blogging about it over at the Half-Mind Weblog. In other words, this entry’s a plug for my other blog. Pretty sneaky, huh?