Sick
Among the other souvenirs, I brought home from Colorado a wicked summer cold. Summer colds are always more annoying than than in other seasons, but this one is the worst cold I’ve had in years.
It kept me home all day yesterday when I really wanted to be at the Rochester Road Race, which was day three of the Rochester Omnium. Sorry, no road race for me. I slept all day.
To give you an idea of how badly this cold is affecting me, I just returned from a quick trip to Full Moon Vista. The rear tire on the Portland cracked open last Thursday. They were closed for the race weekend so it was the first chance I had to get a new one.
When I arrived home, and went to take off my helmet, there it was, still on the hook. I rode all the way there and back with no helmet. I’m by no means a helmet nazi, but they have saved my head twice, so I wear it. Except, apparently, for when a cold muddies my brain completely. It has me wondering what else I did on that ride.
