Sunday, October 18, 2009

A weekend of firsts

When I crossed the finish line at the Tour De Tamarack this year in early September, I felt the yearly relief of making it through another season of road racing without any crashes.

Joke's on me, though, because I had a pretty intimate moment with pavement yesterday at the Cross My Heart and Hope to Die cyclocross race early in the first lap. After confirming that I did not break my hip (but confirming that I just put two holes in my fancy new knickers), I remounted and tried to salvage my race. That didn't work out so well. I had thought about quitting right there and then, but I figured it was bad form to quit the race put on by my team.

So now I finally know what road rash feels like. Great.

Today I rode for 60 miles, which was my longest ride in a really long time. It was great fun to just ride my bike again with some cool folks.

And I wish I had taken a photo of the milkshake, inside a styrofoam milkshake cup (with straw poking out of the top), that graced the bottle cage of Chris's road bike for the ride home.


Anonymous said...

Is that the first time you've crashed on the road? Seriously?

duff said...

I am still anxiously anticipating my first.

ds said...

A few years ago I crashed in a race and ended up in the ER with a puncture wound in my back. I landed in the grass though (probably on top of a bike), so no road rash there. That my was only real road wreck.