WEEKEND MUSINGS

I feel like the universe is rejecting my wish to become a pro-kit-wearing cyclist. Between mechanical drama, escalating back problems, bad weather, and water bottle cages spontaneously flying off into the middle of the street, it seems that the sport itself is trying to tell me it is not interested. But fear not. As long as there is shaved ice, fried chicken, cheeseburgers or some such other unhealthy and delicious meal at the end (or in the middle) of the ride, I will persevere. Even if it means getting chain grease all over me and then walking my bike up San Vicente for 20 blocks while NO ONE stops to help me. (Apparently my general unfriendliness spills over into the cycling world.) Basically what I am trying to say is: Suck it universe. I am going to ride 545 miles even if it kills me...or the person that my water bottle hits the next time it comes loose.
-Caitlin