10/3/10

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The day started out nice the sun was out and the birds were chirping. Then a shit storm moved in!!!!!!! Robyn and I started out in the chilly air at 9:00am like always. Instead of meeting up with the guys at Brueggre's we are now meeting at Cafe Romeo. This is a better spot so as we don't have to run the gauntlet of Trumbull st. We have all had close encounters there at one time or another. When we got there KO Chris was there waiting. I had not talked with E or Coicci so I didn't know there status. Robyn wanted to get going because when someone is late the ride out gets pretty crazy. I was going to give the guys a few minutes and we would catch up with her. As she was pulling out of the driveway, there was a guy parked in the space right before it. I could see that he was looking back down the street and started to move forward. Chris and I started screaming, hopeing to get the drivers attention or Robyn to make some kind of Hail-Mary maneuver. It was not be The dude drove right over her. It was in slow-mo. I was dumbfounded. I ran over to her and then out of nowhere a guy in a blue Malibu jumps out with a radio and is calling the police. Robyn got up then sat back down.She looked stunned more than anything. I could tell there was no serious damage. She asked how her bike was so I was checking it out, and the guy with the radio was talking to her and the guy who hit her. I fixed her seat and then I see the guy who hit her take off down the road. Now you can here the sirens coming from both directions. The guy in the Malibu was a New Haven detective and when we brought up the topic that the guy just took off. He said he had his plate and they would pick him up later. Now the ambulance is there and 2 cop cars. My head was spinning I didn't know what to do. By now Thomas had rode up and was trying to see what he could do. We told him and Chris to go to the ride. Robyn landed on her knee that she hurt in the fall on the Tuesday ride a few weeks back and her wrist was dinged up. We talked to the police for a while and got going. I didn't know whether to take her home to the hospital or to the ride. She said she wanted to go to the ride but I knew we were way late. I started to ride a hard tempo looking back to see if the pace was good for her, she seemed up to it so I kept upping the speed. We rode 22mph the whole way there and anyone who rode yesterday knows how windy it was. Yup just like when your grandfather told you the story about walking to school uphill both ways. We slogged it out into the headwind. When we got to the giant I was gassed so I know that she must have been shot. She is a tough cookie, I guess you have to be to live with me. Now for the ride.... Of course fucking Crowell had to go hard right out of the park. (dick) Robyn was on my wheel and I was keeping an eye on her. I was fucking hurting so I can only imagine what she felt like. She said she was going to the back at the turn off rt10 so I figured she was good. At rt42 or so I went to look for her, Hippie Chris told me she turned around. I did the math and I would have never caught her if I went back and she would have been pissed if I did. I plugged froward. My heart rate was through the roof, I was seeing high 180's on any little rise. I was in survival mode the hole day. When we hit the dirt section I went to the front and pulled across it and just about got myself dropped. I rode smart and let others do the work of closing gaps. Let me tell you there were a lot of gaps out there. The wind was shredding the field. Crowell set off to take the kom after the turnaround. Thats when Mike went out the back. FEEL THAT BIG BOY THAT'S PRIDE FUCKING WITH YOU. Once in the tail wind the heart rate went down. I wanted to do as little as possible so I just rode in the pack the hole way in. At the S&S sprint Crowell went off on his own again. His form seems good for the Giro DE Lombardi next weekend. Look for his name in the results column.(not) Then the dick ran two red lights that we saw so no victory for you big boy. Well my finger is sore from all this typing so FUCK YOU until next week.