This AM I am three miles into my drizzle ride when the chain on the Ibis friggin snaps. No, I don't carry a chain tool (or a jaws of life for that matter). Hey, this chain snap crap happens about once every 3-4 years. Normally this would be a call the cab moment (thank God for cell phones, back in the Day it would have been a walk a half mile in your bike shoes to a pay phone moment). Mrs. Pcad was home, I got her to throw the Cervelo in the back of my truck and scoot out so I could switch bikes. Which took about 20-25 mins, but she kindly accommodated my bike weenie needs.

So it was just like Cadel's bike swap @ the Giro, only on flatter terrain, far more Fredly, and it did not cost me a Grand Tour GC podium spot. I continued my ride on the S2 and got 25 miles in. Mission accomplished.

Some kind good samaritan sees me sitting on the road side, pulls over and asks me if I was OK. I smiled and told him the Pcad Team Car was on its way : ).