Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Chickens Counted Coyote Consumed

Coyote Run race, Rural Retreat, VA.  3 miles to go, big lead.  Unstoppable.  Bike is amazing, I am amazing.  This is my day.  Yank the throttle again, the same as I have been for 1.5 hours.

Nothing.  Bike stalls.  Dreams die.  Quick.  Cable gone, so is the win.  Season swirls around the bowl, waiting to go down.  Hell.

This is a prime example of what not to do before you cross the finish line.  My demeanor was much changed after the throttle cable broke.

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