What can be better than leaving the (New Haven) green behind the red and blue sirens of the New Haven P.D.? Well, it would have just been too easy if Chris hadn't gotten a flat right when everyone was lined up. But, thanks to Colin and Andy's fast tube changing skills, we were set and headed to Ridgefield. Screams and honks filled the streets as a flood of yellow jerseys and blue bikes flowed through the streets of downtown New Haven and along the coast for our last look at the Atlantic for the next 68 days. Flat tires were many but thankfully our bike guru (and the king of our hearts), Kurt, was there to help us. And in addition to his constant halting to help riders, he graced the South riders with his presence at dinner in Ridgefield and gave us a parting gift - the bull's head. (picture to come!)
So, in short:
Send-off - awesome. Good hills. And many flat tires accompanied by Kurt's "I'm not happy face." And of course - the bull's head.
Quote of the day:
"Too many cooks spoil the bike. Get the [explitive removed] out of here." - Kurt, while fixing Krug's bike
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