Any day but today

Things go wrong.  That is inevitable.  But there are better days for things to go wrong then others. Take for example my bike.  If there was going to be something wrong with my bike, it would have been better for it to happen-oh lets say 2 weeks ago.  Even a week ago would have worked.  But the day before a race it not the best time to have my bike not working.  That is what happened at 9.30am this morning.  Less then 24 hours before my race. Ugh!

What happened?  I dunno really.  I was in my big ring spinning around the run course at BSLT.

There is a steep hill at about the 5K mark.  Before I start climbing, I slip down into my little ring. No problem.  At the top of the hill, heading out the to main road, I try to shift up into my big ring. I get there-for about 10 seconds-then I am back in my small ring.  I try to shift up again.  There is no tension on my front derailuer lever. Odd.  I don't think that is suppose to happen.  But I decided to ride in my little ring because there are some more big hills.  I figured Jeff could just fix it when I got back.  Jeff could not fix it.  

That still doesn't answered what happened.  When I hoped off my bike and tell Jeff, he gives me this "What were you doing wrong that this happened look?"  I swear I did not do anything wrong.  I would like to think I am that strong to break the front derailuer cable off the bike, but the reality is I am not.  Curse words start flying out of Jeff's mouth. Despite the fact it is MY bike this happened to and I AM the one racing, I am calm.  I call Jason back in Boulder.  Jeff tells him what happens.  Jason said he will make a few calls and call/text back.  Solution: Velocity Bike Shop in Lubbock.  

We drive over the shop.  We walk in and they know who we are already without meeting us.  Jason has made some phone calls and got in contact with Wiley, the rep in the area.  Wiley called Velocity and told them we were coming and it was priority.   I gotta say Specialized take care of their people. THANK YOU SPECIALIZED!!   They looked at my bike and they make a few phone calls.  Keith, the mechanic, say we have a few options and that they will have it fixed.  Jeff and I both breath a momentary sigh of relief.  Hope.  

The last sigh of relief will come around 5pm today when we go pick up the bike.  Cross your fingers and say a short prayer for me.  Because if this does not work, I have a big choice to make by tomorrow morning.

56 miles in the big ring or the small ring?

Rock On

JK