woke up late for work and had but 10 minutes to get
dressed, drink some breakfast and head out the door.
I scanned the garage and found what I thought would
help me make up the most time, my Litespeed
Blade. I immediately started making up time, but
thought I should take a short cut to make sure.
route took me between two houses and across an open
field. The ground was packed dirt but kind of loose
on top with occasional bumps and ruts. Luckily, I was
riding my Cannondale
Jekyll 4000SL. The field had a steep climb at the
end, but I new I was on the right bike. At the top of
the hill I could see the whole town and specifically
my work, not far from where I was. I just might make
it! I shifted quickly with my Half Pipe shifter from
and immediately started picking up speed as I made a
"B-line" for my office.
trail became a quick section of doubles that looked
intimidating. My P3
handled them with ease, I thought, as I came out of
the last transition. I was making good time and was
starting to feel a little relieved when . . . aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
. . . The ground fell away beneath me. I was looking
at the ground 40 feet below and coming at me FAST! If
it wasn't for the fact that between me and the ground
was 9" of Santa Cruz travel, I might have puked
the little breakfast I was able to drink down that morning.
8 soaked up every bit of the rest of the trail leading
out onto the road leading to my work.
did a few flatland tricks on my GT
3.0 as I cruised through the parking lot of my work.
Ended with a straight manual to the curb of my building,
hopped up, and proceeded to climb the stairs on my Brisa
B20. I quickly foldied up my Brompton
Bike and strolled through the doors of my "cush"
job at Bike