So . . . I didn't make it. I fell short of Tucson by about 20 miles. But was it a failure?
Here come the excuses.
I woulda made it if:
(Wah, wah, wah, whatever.)
Anyway, when I returned the Mongoose to the bike store, I told the guy about the gear problem. He examinined the shifters and confirmed the malfunction. "You middle-ringed it all the way to Oracle Junction?" he asked. "Wow!"
Having impressed a gearhead represented some kind of redemption. (Plus I learned a new bike term I can throw around in a crowd: "middle-ringed.") "That SUCKS!" he said. "Yeah, it does!" I confirmed, hoping a further rental discount would be forthcoming. A vain hope--but my reward had already been ample.
|Wagner poses with his hard-earned trophies.|