On The Way - Barely

I'm sitting in the Denver Airport at the moment. It's going to be a long while before we finally arrive to Strbske Pleso, where we're training for the first week. But I'm psyched for what's ahead, especially after almost having my trip taken away from me.

Yesterday, while we were going for an easy training ride, one of the most bizarre things happened. As we were getting close to town, we rode up a short hill in a brisk paceline. Coming the opposite direction, a pickup truck crested the hill - missing a wheel. Being near the back of our 6-man group, I didn't see the truck until Aleck, who was leading, was bailing into the ditch. A moment after I saw the truck, I headed towards the ditch as well, and then I had to deal with the tire screaming at me. I didn't have time to get out of its path, but managed to leap off my bike as it crashed into my front tire and swept my bike from under me.
 
It was one of those wildly unlucky situations, where I somehow came out incredibly lucky. In so many ways, things could have turned out so much worse. My bike is far from rideable, and I'll have to deal with that mess when I come back, but I came away completely unscathed. Ok, I did scrape up my thumb, but that's literally it. Just a little wake up call...