... with my bike on my back. That was not my intention. But 2 1/2 hours into a 3 hour planned ride turned ugly when, once again, a babyhead rock leaped into my rear derailleur, slamming it into my wheel and snapping the hanger in two.
Enraged, I came this close (hold up right hand and place thumb and index finger 1 cm apart from each other) to throwing Pinky down the hill. Rather than try the singlespeed thing again, I focused my anger into running. Throwing Pinky over my back, I began to run/jog/shuffle.
I endured the first 15 minutes purely on anger and frustration. The second 15 minutes I made it on damn stubbornness. I never once stopped and rested. I even passed two hikers, who probably thought I was a lunatic. I did slow down long enough to explain why my bike was "riding me."
TransRockies '09, here I come!