It was a very nice day on the Schuylkill River Trail. Clear and sunny, temps in the low 40s. The Ersatz Gran Prix was running beautifully - quiet, strong, confident. When suddenly out of the corner of my eye……………..
Cursing like a New Bedford whaling ship captain, I dashed off the trail and into the woods. A terrific thump kicked the front wheel well into the air and we launched off an embankment. I cannot say how long it took but the front wheel did slowly come down. And it was as it did that I first noticed the pile of logs……………
OK, not all of that story is true. Actually the bike ended up pointed the other way. But, knowing the fog of BMC that would arise if I didn’t, I turned the bike around for a drive side shot.
Oh, I’m fine. Barely a scratch.