Riding in Cincinnati is bad for you.

I was out doing hill sprints in Indian Hill last week, and on a downhill, I hit a nasty pothole that was hidden in the shadows. Luckily I was carrying my cellphone with me, as it's rather hard to ride a bicycle with a broken rear spoke and two flatted tires. Special thanks to the girlfriend for being so doteful and willing to come and pick my stranded a55 up.

Actually, Cincinnati riders are harder than most. We have sweet hills.