Getting fried in the Devil’s Kitchen
Before I even say anything, the Tour of the Catskills one day race was a disaster for me. I felt good, I was staying well positioned in the group (riding up with the first 5 riders) and everything was going perfectly. I stood up and accelerated to chase an acceleration off the front of the group and felt a pull and a shot of pain on the outside of my right knee. Each pedal stroke for the next 5 miles was just like some sadistic devil sticking an ice pick into my knee joint.
Needless to say, with 'cross season coming up, I climbed off and accepted a DNF. Fail. Maybe I shouldn't have swapped cranks, maybe I shouldn't have swapped pedals, who knows. Next year, Catskills, next year.
Anyway….