Hats Off to Mr. Chainsaw Man (and other observations from the first-ever Solstice 100)

I didn’t write after Dirty Kanza because, well, I didn’t want to linger there. My race started great. My legs felt strong. For 90 minutes, the bike did just what I told. And then it didn’t. In a single downstroke on dry roads, my derailleur jumped ship and buried its humiliated head in my spokes. … More Hats Off to Mr. Chainsaw Man (and other observations from the first-ever Solstice 100)