

I should've taken a hint from the heavy all-day rain on Saturday that kept me taking breaks from my work to sweep standing water out of the roll-up door... the clowns in
cyclecide like to say, 'too dumb to die' -I think I'm just too dumb to not do things the hard way. Soggy welding aside, I swapped out the old taco-tires for some bomb-proof wheel-chair issue rollers that I modified to take the existing mountain bike disc brakes, getting the cart together to roll again in the 11th hour (just like last year.)
So when
Shul and I finally made it to Bernal, we were pretty surprised to find the
uniformed welcoming committee.I kinda knew that we wouldn't just go home after all that
hype and hard work... SF is a town of hills, right? So, not too long afterward, a
sampling of racers reconviened at another tried & true downhill location (this one in Potrero Hill) and tested gravity in all our illegal glory.
The shopping cart veteran made it down about 4 times before the 'bomb-proof' wheels lost their rubber, ground down the plastic rims, and seized up with the spokes locked into the brake calipers. Perfect.