A training race. A F**KING training race. A rider goes down in the one turn on the course. No contact, nothing. I went down trying to avoid him. I finished the race with a mild scraped knee, wondering why my bike didn't feel quite as stiff.
The top tube is cracked. I'm too pissed off to take pics.
I need a frame ASAP to finish the season, and I'm working with my sponsoring shop for a deal on a CAAD9 to finish the season with.
It's a tool, not a jewel. But it was my favorite tool--my weapon. My dream bike.
Guess we'll see if Calfee can work his magic on it to resurrect it.