Where do you find a tire after 8 PM on a Thursday? Here is where REI comes to the rescue. We head over to REI, the wheel gets a new tire and I head back to the venue to put the shiny new wheel on Clyde and head out to more venues. When I get to Clyde, the bike is lying on the ground along with a bunch of other disheveled bikes on the same rack. I look over at some guys standing at the rack with me. "Did you see what happened here?" I say. They stare at me blankly. Then someone comes up from behind, "I almost got the guy's license plate number but he sped off to quickly. I was upstairs and saw this car back into the whole rack and then speed off." "Great, what else is going to happen to my bike?" I think. I survey the bike and all seems fine, place the wheel on and then off I go riding to a new venue, with a renewed spirit and put it all behind me. Friday night's SXSW even had my bike pampered with valet bike parking at the Bodeans concert. These things usually happen in threes, so at least I'm done for awhile. Until ...
Saturday morning, Robby and I had planned on or rather I planned and Robby courageously agreed to come along a 70ish mile ride and wanted to get an early start so some of the day was left. I rode Rooster down to Robby's and we were off to San Marcos with my chicken-scratched directions tucked in my jersey to get us there. I had a basic idea of how to go, but when I saw some cyclists ahead of us, I sped up to double-check the way we were heading was correct. As most cyclists are, they were extremely helpful and had me follow them along until we hit Buda. "Okay" the cyclist said. "We are turning into the pharmacy here, but you should keep going straight." I thanked him for helping me out and as I was doing so and speeding up I heard the all too familiar sound of metal on metal and biker on concrete and I look back and he is down. He seemed to be fine and had his two buddies along, Robby got him an ice pack and we hung around to make sure he was alright before we headed on our way again. I should have known this was not to be an ordinary day. I just keep envisioning the cool springs in San Marcos and dipping my twinkle toes in the water. Keep your eyes on prize was working for me and we seemed to be rolling along just fine. (to be continued)
Yesterday: Swam 2000 yds at Barton Springs
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