I rode in this morning along my favorite, short twisty section and my lid was a bit fogged at the bottom. So, I didn't immediately notice the large quantity of gravel the county highway team spilled all over the apex of the second turn and my bike's rear shifted by, what felt like, a foot in either direction. The front bobbled about and I just held on for dear life. Came out of it fine and didn't lose my line (
) but my legs and thighs were sore from gripping the bike so tightly.
Why the hell do county highway teams bother putting new gravel down on the shoulders? I mean, the f'n stuff just ends up in the road b/c cagers are busy on their cell phones and the weeds grow up along the roadside anyway.
Dragging knee is for the track, and dragging tail is for the lot. --Kane Friesen
When you're in a car, you're watching a movie; when you're on a bike, you're in the movie. --Robert Pirsig
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