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Tuesday, October 12, 2010


Rode Mission Farms tonight, but no PRs in store for me. Two busted fingers that light up with pain going over bumps, I don't have a good way to grab the handlebars to sprint.

A friend who rides this ride is a personal injury lawyer, turns out. What a happy coincidence since I've been on the lookout for one ever since falling victim to what can only be described as a cyclist-killer. I know I'm not the first to eat high speed dirt on one of these, the city must know by now.

Because I have a message for whatever public works assheads decided these grates were not a hazard to navigation:

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