Tommy fixing my rear tire
Once the wonder mechanic threw a tube in my 'tubeless' tire and got it back on my bike, he discovered my dirty little secret. My bike was not shifting smoothly, more like barely shifting. I was planning on fixing it later in the week and figured it would just make me work harder. I guess, he discovered that I wasn't prepared for the nights 'exam'. In less than 10 minutes I had a new rear cable and cable housing installed and was sent off to pre ride.
I wasn't a total slacker all week and had done some homework. I had practiced cornering on tight, downhill, off camber turns and was glad the course was almost the same as last week. When it came time to start I was at the back of the group, just like in a real classroom. I learned quickly that this is not where you want to be. At this type of school being a keener in the front is a good idea. Next time. I was able to stay with the sport group and around several sport girls for the first two full laps. I was sitting in third position until halfway through the third lap. Then, just like my rear tire, I went flat. All the air came out of me and I was passed by three girls. My legs told me that I had asked an awful lot of them in the last week and that they had delivered, but now they were DONE. I ended up bringing it in looking much like a party balloon a few days after the party as it floats down from the ceiling. Completely deflated!