After thirty four miles of absolutely sending it, the perils of gravel racing took Eric down. He slashed a tire on a flint rock and switched to a tube, losing several minutes. He got up and going again only to rip off his derailleur a hundred yards later.
A very expensive paperweight.
He eventually got his bike switched over to a single speed (thanks, Vacek) but had another flat and no CO2 to fix it.
Flint: 1, Tire: 0
Sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you. Eric’s DK ended at mile 34, but with a change of clothes and teammates to support, he’s in good spirits.
Marty and Tony are kicking course butt coming into checkpoint two around 12:20p. Marty looked a little pale to these eyes, but the rest of the team promises it’s mostly sunscreen.
It’s a team effort.
All told, they spent about ten minutes to rest and refuel. They looked strong, but lots of people still look ok at Checkpoint two (am I wrong?). Checkpoint three is where stories are told and that’s where we’re waiting now.
A gigantic Abe and an amazing team. Lincoln bedroom? Try Lincoln pit stop.