Training and racing suffered a majorly expensive, if not catastrophic setback this evening. I was coming home from the Team meeting and my beautiful new bike, with the freshly rebuilt fork and still sporting that "new bike smell"...(pause for dramatic effect)...fell off of my truck driving down the highway!! AAAAAHHHHAHH!!!!!!!!
I know (I think) that I had strapped it down to the rack but either I am wrong or the rubber strappy-things didn't hold because it flopped off and then disappeared under the front of a very large, very rapidly moving Dodge pickup with a terrible carbon-fiber-meets-American-steel-and-asphalt crunching sound and a scream. OK, well maybe it was me screaming. I don't know. It was traumatic.
What I do know is that the frame, fork, cranks, bars, seat, stem, brakes and at least one wheel are F.U.B.A.R., and that's only what I can tell in the dark. It may get worse in the morning when I can actually *see* the damage. My picture at top right of this blog was the last ride of a great bike.
R.I.P.
Possibly the most painful part of this story: this bike was bought to replace the one I drove into the parking garage at work a few months ago. I give up.
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