It was actually rather chilly this morning when I rode out to the levee. I pulled up the zipper on my jersey and tried to remember where I'd left the arm-warmers last spring. Since they have re-paved Oak Street, I've been taking that route instead of Willow St. lately, even though they have those strategically placed sections of granite cobblestones at many of the intersections. Fortunately, you can ride around them on the edges. Today we weren't very far down the road before Howard flatted, so we kind of started out with a little break. The pace today remained mostly under control on the way out, but on the return trip we picked up an increasing headwind that occasionally dismantled the paceline. Just before the turnaround Jeff stood up to close a little gap and I heard a loud "ping." He'd broken a spoke, of course. Luckily, it was on the front wheel and it didn't go too far out of true, so he was able to ride it the twenty miles or so back to the playground once we tied the broken spoke up so it would stay out of the way.
Everyone who did Six Gap seems to be fully recovered now, although I don't think Pat's or Mignon's times ever showed up on the results page. My guess is that they had dead timing chips. I would have assumed that the chip numbers were inserted into the database by scanning them, thus verifying that they were functional, but I think they were just typing in the numbers at registration. Everyone did, however, get links to their photos. They had six fairly good photos of me, so I bought a couple, even though the "packages" were rather expensive.
I can't believe it's almost the weekend again. Wven worse, there's only one more race on the calendar - Rocktoberfest. We're doing that one back on the Lakefront again for the first time since Katrina, so we're just hoping that a cold front with a strong north wind doesn't blow through the day before.
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