I had a plan going in to the Chad San Fran Gran Fondo. Stay away from the pack. Stay away from the cable cars. Basically I was going to try to ride off the front the entire race.
I felt good going in since I am on two weeks rest. But I have no sprint. I broke away as soon as I signed the rental agreement. My plan worked flawlessly until about halfway across the Golden Gate Bridge where I was caught and passed, no big deal, they'll die in the hills. Once the road started to go up in Marin County I gritted my teeth and went all out to pass the group on the climb. Success! I dropped them like they were wearing jeans and riding a rented bike with one arm in a sling. After they cracked I took in the scenery and rode it back home for the win.
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Chad, let me see if I got this right. You rode a gazillion miles in SF wearing a sling (and jeans) shortly after breaking your collarbone when you became a Chad Sandwich. (Chandwich?)
I'm tempted to make an asshole comment about head injury. But, I know how important it is to keep riding while injured or sick.
Difference is, for me, "riding through injury" is getting on my bike despite stubbing my toe.
Ride on!!!!!!
I didn't ride that many miles, I had to get back to the hotel before my wife found out what I did.
I failed. She was pretty mad. And it made her even madder that I couldn't stop smiling while she was telling me how dumb it was.
My only head injury is the depression due to not being able to ride. I found the cure!
OK, but you realize you've forfeited the "Oh, my poor collarbone!" excuse when she asks you to clear the dishes, right?
Health is a funny thing.
OK, Chad -- you win this blog's first Nico Eeckhout award.
Thanks.
That guy is a stud.
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