Sunday was a quiet day, which started rainy enough to cancel a ride we'd planned. It was to be a test run of what we are hoping will become our regular Sunday shop ride. A handful of us, of varied skill levels, were going out to make sure the time and distance were appropriate for a group such as ours.
However, at 7am my phone began to blow up with cancellations across the board. The least experienced of the bunch was the last to cancel, which made me want to go out with just him, but I knew he wasn't ready for the rain just yet. I peeled my bibs and knee warmers back off and laid back down for a bit, making plans with the wife to drive in together and get breakfast. The last thing my wife said to me when we got to the shop at 10am was, "be careful please, I have one of my bad feelings."
At 3:08pm, I'd be on the phone with her again, asking "remember that bad feeling you had? I'm on my way to the emergency room..."
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