The Death of Goods Revised: Even Steven

In the last 7 days all hell has broken loose and I feel that everything I own is falling apart and I have no money to contain this mass destruction...but luckily there are super great people and great companies out there who have very much changed my outlook. Read on friends.

Yesterday, I found a $20 dollar bill on the sidewalk. I got to it before these BU girls wearing matching black North Face vests and tights lunged for it. At first I wanted to bring it to the police station, but I quickly noted that there was not a station for miles. So I kept it, but gave a substantial amount to this poor looking gentlemen. I gave him some money and he gave me some sweet smelling cocoa beans and some tasty portabella mushrooms.

1) Yesterday I am riding home and my fricking awesome Lazer genesis helmet falls apart. The little plastic piece that attaches the retention system to the helmet broke off so I am riding around Cambridge with this blue retention system around my head and my helmet is half way down my neck. It reminded me of a toupee that flys off on a windy day. This is THE one helmet that actually works for me. The head retention system is amazing in that even when it is knocked around, like when you hit your saddle on your head as you desperately climb the run up, it returns to its original position so you do not look like the goof with his helmet on crooked.

I contacted the nice people at QBP and it turns out the product representative is a fellow Hupster!!!!!

So today I received a new Lazer Genesis helmet, and I must go home to paint it.


2) Slow leakage on my FMB tubular tire. Very sad indeed. I was riding into a good spot yesterday, taking strict orders from the Holmes, making up good ground and keeping the HR below 80%. after taking a light decent onto the pavement, I just feel and hear this booooooooaaaaaaaa(imagine a tubular crying for pain as it is being unrecognizably deformed) The tire is going all over the place. Thankfully, I got the most professional bike change from my 5 man pit crew. REVISION. I threw a small bit of Stan;s in there, and after 3 days it is still holding perfect air. Yey Stan's!!!!!

3) My fricking Jimi broke! No no, not the Jimi us Bostonians refer to but my cool space age wallet. It broke...I crushed it underneath some luggage while at Canton. As a former plastics engineer I love this wallet on many levels. I love the different translucent colors, the functionality, the slightly tacky feel, and of course for its minimalist attitude. Full write up later....
After the race I was frantically looking for my Jimi. I found it underneath a pile of shoes, leg warmers, and spare wheels. The top had been sheared off. I was devastated. I believe this was fitting since several hours earlier my soul was shattered and bruised by the wind and fellow competitors. I do apoligize to the young man with a mustache I drafted off and outsprinted at the finale. You came by to say hello, we shook hands, but I had terrible gas and was not much of a conversationalist. Sorry! I will find you and greet you next time!


4) My stomach. What is going on there. Every time I eat anything I feel nauseated. Help me. I am showing signs of the Stigmata.

5) My Reynolds Solitude wheel finally died. I crashed on it at Canton and I may have stepped on the wheel as I simultaneously blew out the ligaments in my knee. It is currently being repaired at the Cambridge EMS, which is actually my favorite bike shop in the area.