
Keith and I rode in the Country Cat yesterday. I took a fast, hard turn right thinking we were making the turn… as it turned out, we weren’t. I wrecked fairly badly (about halfway through the race), flipped over my handlebars (i.e. my signature move). I got up and kept going to finish in fifth (Crouch got first as usual, then some road bike guy in lycra, Richard, and Justin, who I should have beaten). I could have/should have done better, but at least I know I can hang with the boys.
