My good leg.

We had two serious crashes in this race. I managed to avoid both. Many riders were not so lucky. The second dustup came with two laps to go. A guy in my club ended up breaking a front wheel and flying through the air, eventually landing on someone's lawn, unconscious. At that point I lost interest in the race. I quickly regained focus on the next and final lap, when we rounded the corner again and a rather rotund cop walked directly into the street just as we were coming through. It may have been the first time I've yelled at an officer of the law. Sometimes racing is like a video game - and it can be just as bloody.
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