Originally Posted by
John E
Understood. I have a three skeletons in my bike wreck closet, including the death of one close friend and disability retirement (TBI) of another.
However, the wrecks (mine or those of others) and the close calls are my only "worst biking memories," because everything else has been positive, even when I have "suffered" through fatigue, cold, heat, or rain. When I was a nerdy fat teenager, passing car passengers would sometimes yell or laugh at me, but none of that seems important now, because 50 years later, I am having a hearty, long, loud, last laugh.
I know what you mean. The hard times can look like fun in hindsight. The trick of telling the story, though, is to make them seem hard again, at least to the reader. I dont know if I can do it justice.
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There was the time I chased instead of blocked in a collegiate circuit race. Our team had two guys out of the three who were well off the front with about 10k to go. I was an idiot mt biker who was feeling very strong and basically towing the pack up to our guys.... until I realized how stupid I was being and dropped back in
shame.
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Then at the last moment I sprinted back up to at least get a few points for the team. But I was pretty
red faced.
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