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I crashed doing about 33 mph in the pack at the Rose Bowl back in '92. That was back in the day when I trained and could do all 10 laps on tuesday/thursday at the bowl and finish with the pack.
Sadly one of my favorite parts of riding was climbing. I wasn't the greatest (too big), but there was something about the constant suffering that was rewarding...especially when you drop somebody on your wheel. I can remember having informal races up to Chantry Flats (for you SoCal types).
I gotta find a new road frame...
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