It was one of those mornings. Two weeks since I’ve actually been on the bike (that wasn’t attached to a trainer).
As a welcome back gift, I noticed the white caps approaching me as I looked south at log boom park. Nothing like a great headwind to get back into the swing of things.
To cap it off, I was coming to a stop down on 43rd and 11th to make a right. Had the red so slowed down into what we’ll call the poor-man’s trackstand. That is to say I’m pretty much stopped but I’ll move forward a few millimeters at a time. Well, when the fenders are on, I get toe overlap, and in front of a couple delivery trucks waiting with me, I did the classic tipover.
Ta da!