Not that I want to go over what was a bad weekend, but here goes.
My freewheel broke on Saturday's ride, all I had was freewheel. Darren P was a hero, though, he rode home from McDonalds hill got his car, and a replacement wheel, and drove me home. Thanks DP I owe you one, or six.
I spent Sat afternoon working on my bike (and sulking!)
Sunday's ride started out promising, but wasn't too long before I figured out I didn;t feel too good. Maybe a coffee stop in Snohomish would help? NOT. I was sooo slow coming back High Bridge Rd. I just told Martha and Martin to leave me in my misery at 8 mph. They waited a few times, I wasn't getting better, eventually I told them "please leave me" and they did, I could always call if I was not going to make it.
Then the Husky Cycling team blew past me, Galen introudced me to them (now they'll know me as the slow old guy we saw in January!) as they passed.
I started to recover a bit after crossing hwy 9, and decide to take a shortcut and hooked up with Martha and Martin before Bothell and managed to stay with them to Logboom.
The one bright spot of the weekend was a good dinner with good friends on Sunday evening. Now let's try to be better next week.
Congrats to Kenny on making the Final of the scratch race at the LA World track cup this weekend!