DOH DEUX!

If it were not for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. As fate has had it before and will surely have it again, mechanical difficulties were abundant today. While commuting to work, away from my dog and comfortable domicile, I had not pedaled 20 feet from my drive way when I felt something was a miss. My left foot felt funny. I looked down to see the threading of my left crank arm being dispersed amongst the seasons leaves. The sight of the metal shards sent anger to my stomach like a third bowl of Kashi. I stopped to inspect and within fractions of a second I knew a the crank arm had seen its last revolution. I had not mentioned that my bike is still out of commission and the sin had been committed to my brothers Rockhopper. I knew he would jump with joy when I informed him of what I had done. Fortunate for me, he just purchased an older Cannondale road bike, and I knew I could by a little time with this distraction.

Thankfully I wasn’t far from home and was quick on my way in the saddle of the Trek 3700. Then, after completing over 75% of my commute; an awful, atrocious, deafening, blinding sound from my back wheel…DE-RAIL-LEUR!!! Then I hit the pavement. Ouch, and thank god there were no cars in my lane on Centerville Rd. In what now feels like an innate reaction, the sound caused a clinching of the breaks. So fast in fact, that I didn’t have time to wedge my foot out of the freakin cages. What can I say; I’m not used to riding sans clipless. Bruised knee and ego aside, I had to lock up the Trek to a fence right at the corner of Centerville and Betton and then hustle to work. I arrive at work with perfect timing. I spend the next 6 hours trying to figure out why god hates me.