I'll say it again.
Duuuuuuuuude. I have never been so happy to be CLEAN and HOME. I was wearing at least 10 pounds of dead bug carcasses.
Out the door this morning at 9:45. In the door at 9:05 pm. The adventure featured: one flat, one unspun Italian bottom bracket (thanks Bicycle Outfitters in Leesburg! Love the 13 year-old sales staff...seriously, more courteous than any LBS I've ever been in. Would you like a kickstand with that?), a chirping chain, the mother of all quesadillas, "was this my bike?" hybrid shenanigans, some Dairy Queen gdammit!, and a whole lot of pedaling. I believe the name of this comedy of errors was the "Fixed (I hate you guys) Century." Congratulations to Poop, Baldy, Spud, and ME! Hope you all got home safe and sound. We rock! Sorry you couldn't make it, Dirtyphotons. We almost believe your excuses. You set us up!!! I am going to go pass out now.
Last edited by Elbeekay; 07-26-06 at 10:13 AM.