Although i would love this blog post to be about my friend Lucas' delicious teff flour pancakes which formed the basis of a particularly notable breakfast before this Saturday's Old Pueblo Grand Prix, it's not. It's about the gentleman in a lexus who made the event notable for other reasons. however, if you're in need of a gluten free breakfast, Luke's your man. and yes i put pb crave on them.
My race at OPGP was pretty lackluster, my stupid superlight super flexy and incredibly prone to hub damage dura ace wheels struck again. with 2 interior flats on the front, one on the ride to the race and the second on the TRAINER. once again both came form the interior on a rim tape with less than 1000 miles on it. i grabbed a wheel from the great guy's at Athlete's octane and hopped into the race, only to find after two laps that the freehub pawls in the rear were taking St Patrick's day off down the pub, or at least oen of them was, making sprinting out of corners something of a game of russian roulette, with worse odds. I pulled out took a wheel change and was returned to the race DFL, or about 50 feet behind the rider who was at that point DFL. I got back in just in time for three guys to stage a timed explosion routine which saw each of them get gapped off in successive laps. by the time firecracker number 4 exploded, i went down with him.
I was pretty angry so headed to gates' pass (one of my all time favourite climbs) and did some reps. on the way home i was putting in some start sprints and feeling ok, if not bummed about the race. having done my efforts and witht he wind behind me i was quietly rolling back when i looked up to see a silver car rapidly traversing my path. rubber met the rim but i had to moderate the stoppers to avoid flying over the bars. Then bars met car and james took a trip through the air. next thing i recall is lying on the ground and telling someone to call an ambulance. i remeber people speaking in Spanish and me speaking back to them, it hink this was perhaps the biggest shock of the vening for them, i looked very white lying there in the twilight in zebra print spandex.
The ambulance came and so did a huge fire engine, i didn't want a ride to the ER as i knew i could never have paid for it. The driver admitted fault and said he would pay my bills himself, no insurance needed. great i thought. Fast forward to today, i call him and get no response, later i text him the cost of my copay and a guess at equipment damage. he says ok, then later tells me he's going via insurance. So i call his insurance and find that he had already informed them less than an hour after, he was just playing me along to try to avoid me getting a report from the ER classy.
we drove back today and i am going to see the doctors at SDSM tomorrow. my SC joint is swollen likely contused and sprained. i have a cut on my face (fear not ladies it's not too bad) and a bit of bruising to both hips and knees. On the plus side I saw a really big fire truck really close, luke bought me cider and i think we can safely say that my dura ace wheels have been forcibly removed from my racing arsenal. i found a green st Patrick's day hat as well. Oh and there's one less undented lexus out there.
And the guys at allstate were genuinely pleasant when i called and seemed sincere int heir wellwishes. i'm not a person who tries to harm other people and i don't want to be a person who sues people. but i'm not getting deeper into debt so lexus drivers can continue reversing as they please.
i'll keep you posted