I was all set to ride with the group on Saturday.
Steve had a nice 100+ mile day planned and the weather was perfect.
At about 30 miles as we approached Elba, Tim and I took off for the town sign.
Dave snuck in there with us and as Tim and Dave went by me for the sprint,
my front wheel got tangled with Tim's rear derailleur.
Needless to say, losing 5 of 9 spokes (all on the left side) at 30+mph was a bit scary.
But I managed to stay upright and come to a safe stop.
Tim also lost a couple of back wheel spokes (as his rear derailleur went into his wheel).
So, our day ended at 30 miles and a call to Kathy to come to Elba and pick us up.
Hollywood says that since I didn't go down, the rim should be fine and he can put new spokes in it and that I shouldn't need a whole new wheel.
Someone must have been watching over me...
