the damn bike is fine, not a scratch but dinged up the handle bar and a little scratched up lever. I wish the bike had some scraped to it, too bad it didn't. If it did, that means I would have been sliding, so no broken bones on me. This gentleman cross my wheel so fast that I didn't have time to react. I felt my shoulder hit the ground with my bike going over me. It might have landed on me, who knows? The wheels are perfect. The race pace group doesn't stress me out, but the getting drop on a fast hill does. it pisses me off, but I have to admit, the wippersnappers are getting stronger for some strange reason?
