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?

5 comments:

Yeti said...

Lucky man indeed!! Speaking of all of the trash up there, I heard a rumor that responsibility for the range was changing hands. Have you heard anything about this? If so, will it finally be cleaned up? It is pretty ridiculous up there. I have tried to clean up a few bags of trash every time I am up there but it doesn't seem to have an impact.

Drinker with a biking problem said...

I think you just came up with you're own drink - a Rusty Nail placed in a Fat Tire.

- kind of like a sake bomb.

Anonymous said...

Luckee, bet you hit some sweet jumps too.

Anonymous said...

Well, you have a sweet bike. And you're really good at hooking up with chicks. Plus you're like the only guy at school who has a mustache.

Zen said...

How sad that so many have such seeming disprespect for the lands of their nation.