Revenge
Almost exactly eight years ago the Storck threw me over the handlebars , which resulted in a broken collarbone. Five months later it was relegated to trainer-only use. Today I returned the favor. During a sprint effort it suddenly creaked and went mushy. I spun to a stop only to discover the down tube almost ripped in half. You break me, I break you. Who knew that clamping down a hydroformed aluminum frame to a rigid structure and subjecting it to years of repeated stress would result in such a thing? Well, I guess I can strip it down and recycle it. I have other bikes that have no current purpose, so I pulled down my crit bike and set it up on the trainer for tomorrow. This is an old Trek-Livestrong Development Team Madone I had painted over black because, Lance. It may seem like a horrible waste to stick what once was a very expensive, top-tier bike on a trainer, but stick with me, because there's some poetic symmetry going on here. The last time I rode this bike, in one o