The Good Doctor, trying to bridge up the tete de la course, didn’t make the corner on a descent during the Assault on the Carolinas and went down this…embankment? mountain? Ai, yi, yi. We’re glad you’re alright, Doc.
Speaking of “bridge”….. Rumor has it that the route for the 2007 Bridge to Bridge Incredible Cycling Challenge is changing again this year because of construction on Grandfather Mountain. Me thinks, they won’t be trying to make it easier.
Incidentally, “Look left.” That’s the new award to be given to those county-line poachers who suck your wheel down the hill and over the bridge coming into Kernersville on Old Salem Road, and after pulling around on the left to gloat that they are taking the sprint, shortly discover that they themselves have had the sprint poached by someone on their left. I love that. I believe fighter pilots call it “situational awareness” and “target fixation.” Wally, Wally, Wally, that was a good one! Sorry, Tailights!
Lastly, on “bridging up”…. I found myself on the front going down Mock Road on the Tuesday Night Ride. The big question, “What were you doing on the front?” Testosterone poisoning. Or maybe, Thomas the Tank-Enginitis (“be a useful engine”). At any rate, my entire chest began cramping as my heart rate shot through the roof and wouldn’t come down. After the ride, Chum only asked, “Well, did you learn anything?” “Uh, yeah and no.” I learned I’ll not stay out front despite tank-enginitis, and “No,” I’ll keep coming back for more.