where the ride starts out cold and stiff then you get into a rhythm and every thing gets good, then great, and you start having fun and then Karma decides to reach out and slap you upside the head?
that was my day today.
30 miles into my ride and I'm feeling strong as I start a 1500 ft high climb that has two 1/4 mile walls and I'm breezing up. HR at 145 pesking at 158 on the wall no biggie. I'm out of the saddle enjoing the view of Morgan Hill below me. I turn the last corner, only 200 ft to the top, big smile on my face and BLAM the rear tire blows. ****... ok just fix it and go. Right.... I get off to look at the tire and what do I see...the casing has split from bead to bead WTF. I'm done and I'm 20 miles from the car crap. Wait my wifes friend Herb lives up here some where, pull out and turn on the cell, call him, 4 rings 5 rings, come on dude be there, finally he picks up. So I hitched a ride with him to the car [thank you Herb]. Crap this was the best ride i've had in months and I was so looking forward to the twisty descent that I had within my grasp...
On the bright side I haven't climbed this strong in 2 years and I had just the right excuse I've been looking for to chuck my Axial Pros for a set of Vittoria Open Corsa CX twin treads that I have been drooling over [just put those puppies on]. More hills on Sunday... oh yeah
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