Riding, racing, and living (if you can call this a life) in New Orleans. "Bike racing is art. Art is driven by passion, by emotions, by unknown thoughts. The blood that pumps through my veins is stirred by emotion. It's the same for every athlete. And that's why we do this." - Chris Carmichael
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Short
Another early meeting at work. My little Cateye tail light was running out of juice yesterday by the time I got home, so I charged up a couple of NiMH AAA batteries I had and went to put them in this morning. When I pulled the old batteries out, one of the metal contacts broke off. The blasted light is practically new, damnit. So I fiddled around for a while trying to rig it up so it would work because the fog outside was like pea soup, but nothing would work. By the time I headed out I was already late, so I could do only a very short ride. By the time I got to the levee, drops of water were already dripping off the front of my helmet onto my nose. It was not much different from a ride in the rain. Rushed home, rushed to work, etc., etc. Not a good day.
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