Ever want to see what I rolled across the finish line with at El Tour de Tucson? In two words: Chainless Fury.
For a moment when the chain snapped off the 39, I was in the drops trying like hell to get a wheel in front of that fucker Pineapple, I thought I was going to wreck this shit outta myself right there in the finishing straight. In front of 10,000 people. And break my collar bone. And get carted off on a stretcher.
Who knew 39×11 was a bad gear to sprint in?
My weight went forward and I felt as though I was going to eat shit right over the bars.
Man, I am one lucky son of a bitch.by