Felled by a log...

That's right, that's what I said.

Not 'meld with the blog' or 'smelled like a frog'.

F-in Felled by a log...that's what happened to me today. Riding down Tunnel Rd, minding my own business. Trying to sneak in one more workout before packing the bici in the box. In fact, I was done, heading down the hill trying to make the year-end-middle-school picnic. All of a sudden the tree worker up the steep hill starts yelling, the dude on the road holds up his hands imploring me to stop while watching his back. I grab a fist full of break and look uphill for what's crashing through the brush. A log, big enough to be a foot stool, comes bouncing down the hill like a crazy football making a bee line for the end zone, only this bouncing foot stool has drawn a bead on me. Next thing you know I'm lying on the deck in need of a new fork and maybe a bar of soap in my mouth.

I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow. My main concern is can the awesome guys at Montagna Della Bici get the new fork installed before the flight leaves on Sabato. They say 'no sweat'...they haven't let me down yet! Thanks guys.

No, that's not the same broken fork picture from last year.

Look closely and you can see some Eucalyptus embedded in the carbon.

I must have a serious karma debt to the Goddess of Carbon.