superstition

dallas gave us a much needed chance to go to a bike shop. i got a new pair of shorts and more ass lube to keep my bum happy, and assorted other goodies. i considered a new tire, but decided to hold off. one of the leaders, josh, got a new pair of armadillo tires, a brand with a lot of happy, low-flat-count riders.

so this morning, in the route meeting. josh tells us we're going to have more car traffic than usual, since we're going through dallas, fort worth, and irving. (irving? i think.) and then he tells us to "watch out" for him on the road, because he'd just put on two new armadillos.

about two minutes later, we hear the sound of a gunshot.

now, we were staying in a rough neighborhood in west dallas, so a gunshot wouldn't necesarily be out of place. not many shootings happen at 6:45 in the morning, though. the sound was just the blow-out of a tire. of josh's tire.

whoops!