Kill the road bike

Today was a holiday so I headed out at 8 am to go for a quick ride. Anyone who is a biker and lives in S.F. knows that really the only option for a ride is to go over the Golden Gate bridge, of course, there is a big city and nasty roads between my place and the bridge. Getting to the bridge is, to say the least, a huge pain in the ass, with long lights, road-that-might-as-well-be-freeways, and bike paths. Today, I was going down a bike path to avoid the rush hour, when I came up on a group of joggers. I slowed down and suddenly, some crazy lady just popped out behind them right into my lane and BAM! hits me dead on. Front wheel is taco'd and the front fork is bent to hell.

After cracking my superlight last week, I am down to ZERO ridable bikes. Miserable.

R.I.P. my Santa Cruz Superlight

2003 - 2007.

The passing of this frame is pretty significant. This bike has seen close to 20,000 miles. It was with me on my first flight in a plane, did 4 24-hour races with me (including my first one), came with me for my first two attempts at the Great Divide Race, was one of two bikes to come to California with me, traveled to and from college, and was part of my first trip out of the United States.

There was no glory in cracking the frame. I was doing a hill-climb race in Pacific, a town south of San Francisco. I was locked out and hit a pot hole, and that was the end.



The weld below is completely gone...