Elvis was a hero to most, but he never meant shit to me!

Yesterday was a gorgeous day to ride.  Maybe the nicest we've had so far this season.  I rode with a group of enthusiasts from the bike store out to Milton and back.  We didn't take the big climb up the escarpment but still, most of those climbs get the heart rate up there.  The average speed was a bit slower than I would have liked but keeping it in the small ring and spinning proved enjoyable.    Lots of riders, and runners out.  The season has finally started.

I am going to the hospital tomorrow as I am sure that I have a hairline fracture in my right thumb.  Not sure what, if anything, they can do about it.  All the bruises that were hidden days ago have now made themselves visible.  Now yielding evidence of my horrific crash last Sunday.  The right hand is in real pain.  I can barely grip the bars.   If I have to race in Sauble Beach next week I better get this sorted out.

Today Myself, Marc, Vic and Demetre are all going to Waterdown/Burlington for a little reconnaissance of the National Championships course.  It'll also mark the first ride on my Pinarello since I wrapped it, and myself, around that damn tree last week.  I am praying to Allah that it's just cracked paint and not cracked carbon.  I'll be the first to know, I guess, if the carbon is cracked.    Boom sha-lok-lok-boom!!!!!