Out for the season. That’s just the way things are. Involved in a face-smashing crash, all evidence pointing to a run-in with a car that didn’t bother sticking around to see if I was still alive. Wait, that’s unfair. Maybe they were the ones who made the 911 call for “car v. bike.”
It really doesn’t matter. What matters was that I ended up losing my front teeth, and splitting my face open from the tip of my nose to my chin. I’ll refrain from sharing carnage pics here, but if you ask nicely I can pollute your inbox with bloody goodness. A total of 6 hours in 2 surgeries (so far), bone grafts to fix my upper jaw, and my beloved All-City Nature Boy Zona is done-zo.
That was a real blow. I loved that bike. I was so stoked to race it at SSCXWC in Portlandia this year. Just 4 days prior to it’s death, I was posting on ista-graham about how rad it was. Teach me to tempt fate…
Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m healed enough to start getting bummed out about the bike and my inability to ride for quite some time. I get a message from King Donger that he has something for me, and asks if I’ll be around. I assume he wants to bring me a tallboy, or some new stickers, but I was so wrong.
You see, this is what it’s all about. King Donger and our buddy Thomas from George’s Cycles rallied the troops and put together something amazing. Not only were my teammates and former coworkers in on this, but people from the Boise cycling community- some of whom I barely even know!
And while I’m not allowed to ride for a while, I was able to go out, shake my Donger, hug some bodies, and heckle some foolios at yesterday’s Turkey Cross.
Bike people are the best. Hands down.
Sorry for the warm & fuzzy, feel-good post. I’m sure we’ll drown it out with more shenanigans, pics of racers taking Dong Dollars, or posts about balls.