Got the hell out of Dodge as soon as the all-important department meeting wrapped up today and hit the gas over to Cathedral Pines with my Zank. After the heavy rain on Tuesday I was worried that the trail gods put up the locks on the singletrack, but all was open and clear for riding.
Well, clear for riding meant the trail was open. Actually the trail was in pretty ragged shape. Long Island is one big spit of sand, and when the heavy rains come the sand manages to work its way up and around and into everything. So the trail was very washed out in spots and VERY sandy. Conditions made for some good readjustment of the Psyche--Yes, Moveitfred, it's ok if the wheels slide about the trail. You can relax and ease up on the handlebars...
But the roots got me. Blasting through a tough winding stretch I went perhaps a little too hot into a corner dotted with big, slick roots all about. It was one of those "everything's fine/I'm on the ground" moments. But somewhere along that split second of time instinct kicked in and I cradled the Zank from harm.
Came out in pretty good shape myself with just a little cut and a little pink and a little swelling.
But it's official: The Zank Went Down.
Now I can get on with the business of training and racing and knock off babying the damn thing.