Very last minute, I decided on my commute home to race Tabor. The weather was better then expected (I had gotten poured on earlier in the morning), and I left work early. So…I figured, what the hell?
Well, that’s all well and good, except when you show up and see people like Sue Butler registered. Sigh.
I am still not sure if I’m glad or not that they cut our race from 8 laps to 6. Six was plenty, but it also meant balls out the entire time. Basically Sue just road her ass off and everyone struggled to stay with her. Sounds like fun, no?
I managed to stay with the lead pack until the top of lap 2 when I dropped my chain, lost contact, and that was the end of that. Suck. I almost just stopped racing, but I had teammates cheering me on, so I had to keep with it. Plus I paid my damn $15, I was going to get my workout in.
I’ve dropped a chain at Tabor…hell actually I’m sure everyone has dropped a chain at Tabor. It’s a rite of passage.