That is what was going through my mind yesterday at Scott Tinley’s Adventures. As it turns out my brakes weren’t rubbing, I was just having an off day. A really bad horribly awful off day. Even the weather was bad – it varied from a misty rain to a moderate downpour all morning.
It was an uncharacteristically wet day in San Luis Obispo.
It wasn’t all bad – my swim felt great. Things went downhill from there as I got out onto the bike in the rain and immediately got passed by almost every single person in the race. I checked my brakes a lot but every time I looked I could see daylight between my wheel and brakes.
Jill Petersen won the women’s race.
It turns out bad races can be pretty funny. There’s really no shortage of jokes that can be made about getting out-rode by the first place girl (and to make it worse Jill was riding a road bike with clip on bars and clincher deep dish wheels. I won’t tell you what bike I was riding but you can find a picture of it if you scroll down far enough).
The men’s podium. From left to right: Chris Tremonte (10th), some guy named Reto (8th place), Kevin Everett (6th), Chris Stehula (4th), Ethan (2nd), Brian Fleischmann (1st), Victor Plata (3rd), Matt Balzer (5th). Not pictured – Ryan Bickerstaff (7th) and John Dahlz (9th).
Brian gave a nice victory speech.
JD Money!