Friday, August 1, 2008
Instead of writing about the Mt. Holly Grand Prix with a side note about my accidents, I will tell you about my accidents with a side note about the race.
So it all started yesterday morning, I figured I'd just take the train/subway into work and then just ride back from work and tack on some leg openers to get ready for the race the next day. Taking the train still means riding 25 blocks through downtown Philly to the PATCO station. (I have no idea what PATCO stands for.) I was about 3 blocks from the station and I started up from a stop light. While standing up getting the bike up to speed and turning I skipped the chain. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but on this occasion I happened to be wearing flip-flops with no soles on them. (I ripped the rubberized soles off of them about a year ago because they were starting to come unglued, and I left them where I was sitting at Moe's as a kind of unusual footprint.) So back in my story, my left flip flop slid off of my pedal and straight into the spinning bladed spokes of my front wheel. Luckily the corner of my toenail stopped the spoke from cutting all the way through the tip of my big toe as my leg recoiled from the wheel. I gritted my teeth and grunted and swore a couple of times as I continued my attempt to not miss the train again. The stinging sensation kept getting worse as my flip-flop collected a pool of blood and I tried not to look at it. Once on the train, the bleeding continued as my flip-flop overflowed and left another kind of ffotprint on the train. When I got to work, I dumped Hydrogen Peroxide on it and it fizzed....a lot.
The next day I did the Mt. Holly Grand Prix in the 2/3 field. I felt really strong. Tried to bring the 3 man break back with 3 to go. We ended up catching them at the line, but they still got the top 3 spots. (The race was actually 7 min shorter than it was supposed to be.) I finished 12th (2 spots out of the money). I would have been happy had the course not been built for me.
The real story begins after the race. I was riding back to my car and was making the turn into the parking lot at about 12-15 mph, when I just slid out. An easy turn after a tough race with a bunch of super fast corners. I had no idea what happened. It seemed to happen in slow motion and i just kinda fell over. Weird. But I busted and bruised my hip and rashed up my arm. (which I will find out tomorrow is intensly reactive to sunlight. I jumped up completely and totally embarassed hoping that not many people saw it. Luckily only 2 or 3 people witnessed the disaster. I think I'll stay off the bike tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Well I have run out of Oxi-Clean for my laundry so I must go to sleep.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Then I had to go to work where I was given a RedBull and another mechanic got a $12 tip. Hooray!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Have you ever wondered if some dryers have automatic dryer sheet dispensers in them? I often wonder if the incredibly old dryers I sometimes use could have such state of the art technology. I don't think I have ever used a dryer sheet. In fact, I don't think I really know exactly what one does. But quite often, I somehow find them amongst my clothes when I take them out of the dryer. Perhaps the dryer sheet fairy left them for me.....
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Well, for starters, I'm originally from Jacksonville, NC. Lived there for my junior years, then went to NC State in Raleigh, NC where I attempted to be the worst college student possible. When that didn't work I conformed and graduated......6 years after I started. I am now in Philadelphia for the summer, refusing to start life in the real world. Currently I am working 20-25 hrs a week in a bike shop in Suburbia Hell, NJ while riding my bike and racing as much as possible. I am subletting a room in the 10-bedroom UPenn Swing Dancing Troupe house. I bet this place gets absolutely wild during the school year (just guessing from the amount of empty alcohol and wine bottles on display downstairs). I found new things up here that I enjoy like soft pretzels and riding recklessly through Philly traffic, but I miss the NC State Cycling Team something fierce (not to mention double pacelines that have less than a 10mph difference between the speeds of the two lane). This summer I have temporarily put the ongoing quest to become more uber badass on hold, while I search for adventure, random oddities, and possibly candy mountain.
I will leave you with a video that both inspires and perplexes me: