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About 1 p.m. today, central time, Glenn is cycling down I 49  somewhere between Natchitoches and Alexandria when the unthinkable happens.  A piece of metal flies off a truck for no apparent reason, bounces off the ground several feet ahead and flies straight towards him.  

He’s leaning forward, resting on the handlebars (or more accurately, an attachment designed for more comfortable cruising).  It’s a warm day so his arms and legs are not protected in any way.  It could be nasty, but luckily the chunk of metal hits the handlebars and flies off somewhere, never to be seen again.  

Glenn rides through the impact (an achievement in its own right) and is not hurt, but the bike is not so lucky.  The gear shifter is bent and he’s stuck in one gear until it can be fixed.  A little further down the road he finds a suitable chunk of metal and is able to straighten things enough to make it usable, but it’s still not right.  As Glenn said “This bike’s getting beat up!” and with approaching 3000 miles since the beginning of May, it’s not all that surprising.  

It could have been worse.  Glenn is not injured but he is shaken, and has had to change his plans to include a pit stop for the bike.   And despite it all, he still intends to reach Miami for Father’s day weekend.
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