I started out with the club, but I needed to get back and I just didn't have the patience to do 42 miles at their pace. I figured at least most of them would catch up and say hi when I stopped for a snack in the town they'd planned for breakfast, but I never saw anyone after about mile 5. Oh well.

But here's the thing I couldn't do again if I tried. I'm about a mile from the finish, at this weird 5-way intersection at the top of a little rise. I can see the light's changing, so I slow down, and I'm in that little motionless moment before the light goes green and I stand up to accelerate through the intersection ... when I realize that a different line of traffic is getting the light, not me. I'm still clipped in, obviously, and I start that slow-motion tip-over.

Somehow, I managed to get my foot out on the way down ... caught myself simultaneously with my hand and my foot on the ground ... and without turning the bars and winding up on the ground after all, boosted myself right back upright. One of the drivers who got the green light laughed and gave me a thumbs-up as she went through the intersection.