A dark personal moment

Dark moments, we’ve all had him. Most aren’t on video and posted on the internet. This ought to make your Monday look a little better.

Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sonyalooney/6912448032/.

And people wonder why I dislike hydralic disc brakes. It is because I cannot fix them in the field. I can, and have, sorted out cable actuated breakes more times than I care to recall. Some guys can undoubtedly make the requisite repairs I am currently unable (or unmotivated) to perform. Good for them. I’ll stay a friggin’ progress hate’n luddite, thankyouverymuch.

Don’t worry folks, a working brake was switched from another bike and she was able to finish the race.

When I got to the finish, I found out that I had finished 1hour and 40 min behind Carena. I couldn’t believe that I still had about a 20 minute lead in the Women’s GC and was thankful that I had that despite how awful my day had been. I was completely exhausted. Everyone was laying in the grass at the hotel when I arrived. I slumped down into the grass – a defeated mess. The saving grace was our room had an actual toilet which I hadn’t seen in days. I also had a tepid shower for the first time in many days. I was emotionally exhausted. I tried to nurse myself back to life with a lemon sugar pancake, milk tea, and spring rolls. I anxiously waited for Jeff to get back. I was very worried about him and his health; he had to ride a yak over the pass, hike down the back side and get in a jeep in Muktinath. I was also hoping one of his brakes held up and I could take one of his. I racked my brain to figure out how I’d finish the next day. His rear brake was completely blown out, but his front worked -the brake I needed.
http://www.sonyalooney.com/?p=3976.

In the words of y Thom Parsons:

And hey, remember this negative commenting guy: if you say something denigrating about Sonya, it’s clearly obvious to the rest of us that you are just overcompensating for your own insecurities and that you are nowhere near as tough or hardcore as she is and that you probably cry when you get a flat tire during your Wednesday night group ride.

I’m afraid that preceding paragraph may just act as jerk-bait. But, what the hell do I know? I can’t even fix disc brakes.