George Hincapie rode the last four stages of the Tour de France with a broken collarbone, including the climb of Mount Ventoux. He knew something was wrong, but wouldn’t let doctors examine him because he wanted to finish the Tour.
One person’s crazy is another person’s inspiring.
I’ll try to remember that little story as I attempt a little self-constructed three stage “Tour of Albuquerque Thing” this weekend (collarbone intact). As a early close-out to Summer, and the end of my seasonal teaching unemployment, I’m going up Tramway this morning to see how slowly one can take a bicycle up the La Luz trail road without simply having the bike and rider fall over.
Then it’s on to a Saturday celebration of the new Rail Runner stop at 599 and Cerrillos Rd. with a ride up the Turquoise Trail. Can’t miss out on a chance to do a Santa Fe bike/rail loop that avoids the worst part of the loop (i.e., Santa Fe).
And Sunday I’ll close things out with some friends as we go up South 14 to Oak Flat (which is a strange name because I think of that whole ride as anything but flat) .
Strange…typing the above suddenly makes me sleepy. Maybe I’ll just take a nap. No, not really…but I won’t be riding with a broken collarbone. At least I’ll try not to.
If I see you out on the roads, I’ll try to ring my new “Incredibell” as a form of saying howdy. And if you happen to see me and my bike reclined/supine/sprawled on a steep hill somewhere, try not to laugh too hard.
Have a good weekend, everybody.