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    Sometimes our rides don’t turn out the way we expect. This prize is for absurd, surprising, terrifying, or heart-warming, unforeseen predicaments.
    If you've got a Little Did I Know story to share, please post it on this thread.

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    Sure, this dumb FS competition had me go out and log in at least one mile when I never would have even of thought of doing something so stupid! And then add on that I had a few drinks during this dreary day, and it was a ride that won't be forgotten for a while. Just trying to get started and then trying to get off the bike were quite amusing. I'm just glad (hopeful) that no one saw me.

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    Little did I know that today I would be so very lucky. At about 4:30 p.m., the thought entered my brain that I had left my Garmin on my bike which was locked outside of the World Bank on G. St and is sometimes prowled by bike thieves. It's a Garmin Edge 1000 which retails for 500 bucks. A quick check of my backpack and coat pockets sent me dashing outside. Miraculously, it was still attached to the bike along with a somewhat pricey front light.

    I got kicked out of my bike room last week and had to start parking on the street again which has made me nervous. I'm glad to have a counterbalancing fortunate event happen.

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    Little did I know that on my way home I'd run into Ed Felker again. I ran into him on my way home on Friday too. Hains Point is usually a lonely place at night in the winter and I'm usually the only biker out there on my way home. Ed's a fantastic guy and I always enjoy the opportunity to bike a lap with him.

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    So here I am in South Texas, working on this pro bono project over the break doing immigration law/asylum applications/interview preps in the detention centers.* And, in the interest of keeping some sanity over what we've been warned is going to be a pretty rough week—"so, tell us every detail about why you fled your home in a country with the highest murder rate in the world"—I brought my bike with me. It's stashed over by the wall in our hotel room right now.

    Took it out for a ride last night on a semi-suburban junkyard service road near the interstate. Got chased by at least three junkyard dogs as my back tire rubs against my fender. I can't blame 'em, really; this wasn't that little "ksh, ksh, ksh" rub, but rather a Godawful "SQUEEEEEK! SQUEEEEEEEK! SQUEEEEEEEEK! as the tire rubbed against it like an overrosined bow on a string. I keep jiggering with the Fender from Hell (took me six hours to get that thing installed in the first place...), hope I didn't break a ziptie on the bridge, make it back after setting every angry guard dog in a semisketch section of San Anton to barking.

    Get back tonight...turns out I blew one of the many patches on that tube. I'm flat, and don't have a Real Pump with me. So glad it didn't blow while I was outrunning angry dogs, though.

    *One of my partners, Priscilla, was the translator for that story—so I'm famous by association, right?

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    Little did I know... that I would be reunited with a treasured cycling hat of great sentimental value. LeprosyStudyGroup bought me an awesome Walz wool cycling cap with Lumberjack stitched in to the side. It's my favorite piece of cycling gear. I thought that I had somehow lost it during a ride at the end of December where I had lost a glove shoved into a pocket. I completely reorganized a dresser full of cycling gear looking for it. No luck. I was trying to figure out how to tell LSG that I had lost it. I even considered buying an exact replica and not saying anything about it.

    Tonight as I was laying the rain gear out, I noticed a bulging back pocket. I opened to find:


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    Little did I know...
    On Monday, at midday, it was raining, lightly, spattering and spitting, but I could surely ride 8.5 miles without too much to worry about, right? I even looked at the radar, steady, more of the same, so I skipped the rain pants, and the very coldness dictated my warm parka and not a rain jacket, right? I pulled my yellow reflective vest over it all. I did think my cool blue Spider-Man helmet cover might soak up and deflect the rain that was there. So far, so good. Half a mile in...
    And then the raindrops got thicker, and then the puddles started getting bigger, and the drips started dropping off my visor. I had more than 7 miles to go. And then a car passed me and totally Rooster-tailed me, twice, because there were two big puddles right next to each other and we were moving at the same speed. After that I started to feel wetness getting into my boots.
    Then the rain got even more aggressive, fairly pelting down on my head, parka, and hands. My gloves were getting soaked through, my ponytail was drenched, and I feared that my parka was starting to soak through. Then more rain fell onto me and I could now feel the water inside my boots sloshing back and forth as I pedaled. I could squish rain out of my gloves, and I was now wet to the bones.
    Naturally, as I got to the White House and within a block of work, the rain faded fast and lightened up again, so I rode into Commerce in a misty drizzle. Little did I know I would pick the single worst 48 minutes to be outside on Monday.
    Luckily, I squished noisily to the locker room and peeled off my wet, wet layers. My panniers and helmet made puddles, everything I wore was soaked and sopping. I really enjoyed a long, hot shower, and the Ortlieb had kept my business clothes dry. I also somehow had had the presence of mind to bring a second pair of pants, a dry shirt, gloves, and bra, there were spare socks in my locker. I pulled the insoles out of my Lakes and could wring them out! The wet stuff was beyond hope. I hung up the jacket and knew it would be fruitless.
    Just three hours later I returned to my locker room to don the dry bike clothes, but putting the boots back on was ominous, and at the last minute I had to put on the very wet parka--after I wrung the water out of the cuffs. Thinsulate is still pretty warm, even when wet. The wet helmet liner was cold. The ride home was uphill and into the wind, but the rain had faded to a misty mist.
    I was really hoping for snow. Little did I know that Freezing Saddles would be Monsoon Saddles!

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    Little did I know that making a last minute decision to take my "other" bike would threaten to leave me stranded far from home! I needed to take my daughter to a 5 hour softball camp in Richmond VA. 5 hrs of watching her PRACTICE is not my idea of productive fun so I always take a bike with me and explore! I had packed up my road bike with all my essentials (money, drivers license, credit card, gum and Kleenex) but in the morning I decided it was a bit too wet and at the last minute took my commuter instead... Half way to Richmond I'd thought I'd get coffee but realized I had forgotten to change out the essentials from the other bike...good thing I had the Starbucks app...I got coffee...but my heartache started when I realized I didn't have enough gas to get me home. At this point my daughter proclaimed "Mom, we are going to die!"... I got her into camp (calm cool and collected) and proceeded to call about 10 gas stations in the area but none took Apple Pay...dejected and not knowing what else to do at that moment I went on a 4 hour bike ride. While climbing a long up hill stretch I wondered about the change I may have in the car! So as soon as I got back...I started collecting all the change I could find in my car and bike bag. Walla! $10 in quarters, nickels, and dimes (pennies were a very last resort) also found a softball, long lost glove and lots of popcorn (eeewww)...long story short...the cashier was not to happy with me at the gas station but I managed enough gas to make it home! And I told my daughter "see honey, we didn't die"!


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    Quote Originally Posted by CBGanimal View Post
    Little did I know that making a last minute decision to take my "other" bike would threaten to leave me stranded far from home! I needed to take my daughter to a 5 hour softball camp in Richmond VA. 5 hrs of watching her PRACTICE is not my idea of productive fun so I always take a bike with me and explore! I had packed up my road bike with all my essentials (money, drivers license, credit card, gum and Kleenex) but in the morning I decided it was a bit too wet and at the last minute took my commuter instead... Half way to Richmond I'd thought I'd get coffee but realized I had forgotten to change out the essentials from the other bike...good thing I had the Starbucks app...I got coffee...but my heartache started when I realized I didn't have enough gas to get me home. At this point my daughter proclaimed "Mom, we are going to die!"... I got her into camp (calm cool and collected) and proceeded to call about 10 gas stations in the area but none took Apple Pay...dejected and not knowing what else to do at that moment I went on a 4 hour bike ride. While climbing a long up hill stretch I wondered about the change I may have in the car! So as soon as I got back...I started collecting all the change I could find in my car and bike bag. Walla! $10 in quarters, nickels, and dimes (pennies were a very last resort) also found a softball, long lost glove and lots of popcorn (eeewww)...long story short...the cashier was not to happy with me at the gas station but I managed enough gas to make it home! And I told my daughter "see honey, we didn't die"!


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    I think the moral of the story is that a four hour bike ride can fix almost everything.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Judd View Post
    Little did I know that on my way home I'd run into Ed Felker again. I ran into him on my way home on Friday too. Hains Point is usually a lonely place at night in the winter and I'm usually the only biker out there on my way home. Ed's a fantastic guy and I always enjoy the opportunity to bike a lap with him.
    Does Hains Point officially close after dark, or are you allowed to ride or be there 24/7?

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