The death of good bike.

I've had a major set back. It's really unbelievable. I don't even want to write the words as there is no way to avoid the embarrassement. There are moments in life when everything stops and you wish you could go back just a couple seconds: I drove my time trial bike, mounted to the roof of my car, into a small overpass and destroyed it.


There. I said it. The truth is out.


I stood outside the car, thrown into an adrenaline sweat, and assessed the damage. My grandmother-in-law, wife, and kids sat in the vehicle watching to see if I would explode. I quitely disassembled the cracked frame from the broken and bent roof rack. My 1 week old Zipp 808 wheel that I received as a father's day present was still strapped to the bent Thule rack. It now spins with a slight wobble.

This was over a week ago. I've been on suicide watch. I'm starting to come out of it. The word DUMB really sums the whole thing up pretty well.

I raced in the Warsaw Sprint triathlong last Saturday. Placed 11th out of 750. Had a good solid race. Friday I rode to Angola, killed my bike on the way home, swam a 1,300 on Monday evening. Tuesday ran 8 miles and did boot camp. Wednesday swam 3,500 yards in the AM. I haven't done anything today (Thursday). Tomorrow I took the day off to train. I'm thinking of doing a series of really super big days. I've got to put in the time.

So, you know anyone selling a high-end carbon fiber time trial bike in mint condition?