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.|