Hey Beanz, I think I paid my dues on that one. About 45 minutes after I left you guys, I saw a woman flagged ne down on the San Diego Creek trail. She needed help changing a flat. She had done it once a long time ago and forgot how. She had most of it done except for getting the tube to seat properly in the rim. She wqas back on the rode in about five minutes, but it seems there were still dark forces at work. Read on.

Got a late start heading back to the car. Crossed the bridge at the Riverview Golfcourse around 4:30. Not exactly the time of day I want to be in that neighborhood. As I'm riding by the homes there, I hear a "pffft" and then feel a stinging pain right between the shoulder blades. Some sonof***** shot me with a pellet gun. He got off another shot that missed. What a MFer. As I was doing about 20 mph I was very quickly out of range. I had half a mind to turn around, go right up to the guy about half an inch from his face and say WHAT?!?! I guess I should feel fortunate that it was only a pellet gun and not something of a larger caliber. Point taken. Don't be around there when the sun goes down, that's when all the animals come out. Hey, do they make Kevlar cycling jerseys?

Anyway did 80.17 in about 4' 42" felt strong at the end, could have doen another 10. Getting shot at does tend to increase the amount of available adrenaline doesn't it?