This one starts out great. Early bike ride. Was going to make it a homegrown century. Our house, to Annapolis, back to BWI, ending at Annapolis for a father’s day brunch with the fam. Even met a guy on the ride that kept my pace. We had a sick ride all the way out to Annapolis. On paper, yes sir; until the turn around in Annapolis. Then came the crash. My worst to date. Thanks to the mega gym that allowed me to wash up in the bathroom. That was super nice of them considering I showed up on their doorstep bleeding profusely carting a mangled bike with me. Sarah carted her way down to me, a 40 minute drive, with clothes. Brunch was, painful. Ego may never recover.
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