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I like to ride my bicycle - for long distances. I have earned the California Triple Crown and finished the Furnace Creek 508. My goals include qualifying for RAAM and ...(read the blog to find out). "The bicycle has a soul. If you are able to love it as it deserves, it will give you emotions you will never forget." "Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride."
"The important decisions in my life I make while out riding my bike."
"Pain is temporary, quitting lasts forever.” Lance Armstrong
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Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Terrible TuesdayMiles: 32.28 August Total: 313.87 We turned right onto Hwy 99 and needed to merge over to the left turn lane. There were 13 of us, mostly in a single file along the busy highway. Riders in the back were calling out "Truck!" to warn the riders in the front that there was a fast moving gasoline tanker truck coming up in the right lane. But did the lead riders heed the warning? No! The brakes on that truck were very good and no one got hit. We had just turned onto Beef Bend Rd. and the speed was back up to cruising pace, about 20 mph. All of a sudden, without warning, the pace line slowed. The rider in front of me called out "Slowing!" and I barely had enough time to veer to the left to avoid hitting him. Not so for Stan, who ran into the rider in front of him and went down. Result, one hurt cyclist and two broken bikes (broken spokes). I had dropped off of the back due to my tired legs. I found myself alone on Wilsonville Rd., a much too busy rural road. I felt the slap on my butt before I saw the car with a teenager hanging out go by me. I was surprised most of all, but I flipped them off, something that I had committed never to do again. Note to teenagers: this was an assault, not a prank. I could have fallen and been seriously injured. Would you have stopped and offered assistance, or just driven away? HAC4 Analysis
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