my fucking bike flying off the roof of the car.
The same move in the mid-80's driving to Nantucket when my buddy's windsurfer blew off the roof on 95. Someone up there must be protecting the people around me because in both incidents, no one was hurt.
Imagine a cross bike flying through your windshield. Yeah me. Fortunately, as the Felt flew off the roof (what kind of idiot forgets to fasten the straps? My kind, apparently), a pedal caught on the wheel of another bike, preventing if from launching of the roof at 60 mph. It would be the fastest that bike has ever gone, I'll tell you that.
Hugs and kisses to the Yozells for pulling over to make sure we were OK. We're OK! They may want to reconsider with whom they leave their child at races.
Phew. So glad I didn't hurt anyone. So, I managed to wrap myself in course tape without incident and was spared the heartache of a trashed bike or injured driver. These things tend to come in threes....stay outta my way, if you know what's good for you.
1 comments:
Whew, I know how you feel ... years ago, travelling the Queens Way in Canada, my bike was lifted off the rack at 80mph by an oncoming 80mph (about 160mph turbulence) and was held to a light touchdown by our stout kryptonite lock and ... no one was hurt, even the bike which had well buffed saddle and pedal. Hey, how are you ... miss you here in New England ...
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