As I write this, I am still in a state of disbelief as to what caused me to drop out of the AZT300. The sideways sleet of Saturday morning was brutal and I've never been so cold in my entire life, but that unfortunately was not the thing that ended it for me. It was a guy in a pickup truck that felt the need to take a corner far too tight, where my bike happen to be laying, on the shoulder of the road. I turned around, only to see him drive over both wheels and crank arm bending them far beyond repair.
I was truly ready for this race...I had the fitness, I'd done hours and hours of planning. I knew once I got over Mt. Lemmon, the finish line was 100 miles of trail I'd rode before; not that it's easy, but I knew what to expect.
So, today, I'll survey the damage to the bike. Hopefully the frame is ok and I can be back riding the mtb within a week or so.