No, I'm not getting a fixed gear with a pad, doning some chick jeans and chopping down some flat bars. I mean the other kind of hippster. Yet another crash. It really is becoming comical at this point. Every time I have a desent string of results or form its met with another make-out session between the tarmac and I. In a race? Someone else crashed? Hell no. I crashed on a freakin Saturday training ride hitting a tiny patch of water in a roundabout. The resulting bellyflop took out the three guys behind me. Fortunatly they are seasoned racer and understand that this shit just happens but didn't make me feel any better about the situation.
I'm really getting tired of changing bandages and peeling VAC off this year.
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