With large, gaping expanses of time on my hands -- mostly when I zone out on painkillers -- I tend to think a lot. I think about all of the stuff that's happened since Feb. 7, 2009. Not a lot of it has been good, really. If you're a regular reader, you'll know most of it has just been flat-out bad. Really bad.
Here's a rundown, in list form:
1. Big mechanical on first fast group ride of season. I felt awesome before the derailleur hanger blew up.
2. Put the rear derailleur into my wheel the next day, after thinking the problem was solved.
3. About 45 minutes after No. 2, I crashed and broke a finger.
4. Got fired.
5. Found out I was getting completely screwed on severance pay (taxes) and vacation time (company policy).
6. Bit by bit, my bike started falling apart.
7. Chris' car wigged out. Easy fix, but not a cheap one.
8. Got snapped in the ass with a chain, which broke in the middle of a race.
9. Crashed the next day, giving me blog material for at least two weeks, maybe more. Downside, other than the pain, blew up a helmet and a wheel.
After getting an eyeful of that list, I see only one answer to all of this. It's not karma, mojo, bad luck or anything else cosmic. It's Kevin Limpach. He was involved with -- or in the direct vicinity of -- items 1-3, 6, 8 and 9.
Limpach! Of course!
No?
Oh ... OK. In that case, I have another theory. It's clothing-related. Two years ago, when I crashed at the state road race, I had purchased new gloves just a few days prior. This year, when I crashed in Lincoln, I had purchased gloves just a few days prior. I purchased no other gloves between those races. Hmmm.
Oh, wait! Here's another: the shorts I wore on Saturday when I got snapped in the ass had a chain mark on them. As in, you can see the links. (the same pattern was also on my skin, by the way.)
Anyway, I laundered that kit and tossed it into the bag earlier on Sunday. I had no intention of wearing that kit, though -- I just always bring two. But after inspecting the shorts that were cut off me after the crash (just the straps were cut, though) I realized that I wore the chain-whip shorts again! Fate was tempted! Fate punished me.
That, or it was Limpach.
11 comments:
Interesting theory.
Whatever you do, don't ride your SS project bike when Limpach is nearby. Nothing good will come of it.
Speaking of which. We haven't seen any pictures of the completed carbon fiber dream SS project yet.
still working on the project. We got delayed by a headset, and then just haven't had time. Soon, though. Soon.
I'm prety sure Limpach jinx's those who are close to him.
I guess the fact that I can't keep up with Limpach has saved me much pain.
Here's to having a great summer, B. Be optimistic.
FYI I heard that in January, Limpach canceled his OWH subscription.
Yeah, I buy that. It's Kevin's fault that I'm slower than him too. The nerve of that guy.
kevin's silence on the matter leads me to believe it's true.
Meet me at Highgear at 6:00 tonight for a road ride and we'll test your theory.
dude, right now I'm terrified of being in the same zip code as you. Let me heal a bit first.
Limpach has been around for two of my three mishaps, I think. I can't really remember.
I bet he was though.
You mean your four mishaps, right?
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