Beginning Anew Again...

This special little place on the internet, after nearly a year of neglect, is now my journal, ride log, picture place, and general digital voice in the world. Oh yay. Although this site is largely for me and my egocentric needs, I trust that many can benefit from it's contents. After all, we do love our monologic tendencies.


And so the proverbial champagne bottle shatters on the proverbial hull of my proverbial ship that is Break Face, a place of expression and all of that other stuff the internet has to give.

Thanks for reading and please, do come back soon.

~The Dish [dishes, fisher, stin, stein, justin, ect...]

20080901

A couple plates and screws later...

...and i'm all sewed up. Yup, i went and broke my arm. That, however lame an excuse it may be, explains my internet absence. That and since i can no longer ride a bike (at least not until november) i have little to report when it comes to rides and races. However, a little follow up is rightly due...

I, most unfortunately, did not end up making any money at all that fateful weekend. If it weren't for Pacificare, i would have actually lost several hundreds of dollars. Saturday, the swan island crit, proved to be very fun and very easy, winning me a Maxxis tee shirt for getting first on the one sprint lap and allowing me to sit comfortably on the ignorant wheels of the few stubborn leaders who, graciously, led the pack over and over and over, and over again, affording me and many others good rest for about twenty five or thirty minutes. Then i got stung by a bee lodged in my glasses and flatted a tire on the 2nd to last lap as i chased the winning break away.

"Oh well," i sighed [after a mini swearing fit and a near destructive bike throw] " Better luck tomorrow."

Apparently not. Dave Wingard and i got dropped like dead weight off the fast action cat5/4 pack leading me to spend 4 laps time trialing it up to the "back of the pack" which ended up being another break off of two guys. Just as i reached them we all got pulled out. Then, after celebrating the [extremely bitter] end of the criterium racing season, i snapped both bones in my right fore arm landing me in the hospital for a morphine drenched two day "piss-in-the-bottle" oxy binge. Thankfully i learned a lot about my friends and family who showed me the most incredible, surrounding support and comfort in the following days.



So yeah, now i play the waiting game.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love love love you.

and miss you.

marissa