After the normal totally panicked, east coast natural start. The race was on. I avoided some crashes in the neutral zone by locking up the rear wheel a few times. Pretty standard I guess?? I was mid pack on the false flat. Not where I wanted to be but better than last year. The head wind kept the speed to a reasonable pace and I was feeling all right. I was moving up slowly. Ok, no panic this is good. snap. Rear shifter cable snapped right at the lever. I waived for the service car and tried to figure out how to change bikes without loosing the pack totally. Well there was no way. I stopped we got the bike down put some peddles on and I was off on my 6 mile training ride. I have said before how my season has been filled with bad luck. Well here you go.
So how much do you love your sport? How much do I love mine? I have been forced to ask my self this question a few times this year. Well… I‘m starting tomorrow. Pray for me.
