Tuesday, May 20, 2008
A rare bit of good luck on Rampart Range Road
I was flying down Rampart Range Road Sunday, and having successfully navigated the blowing piles of trash at the unfortunately managed public shooting range there, I suddenly heard a loud, staccato clang coming from my bike. I stopped and got off to find this giant, rusty nail (picked up from the trash at the shooting range) had miraculously pierced my tire, but not popped my tube. What are the odds?
Posted by Dave Philipps at 5:34 AM