So I tell my friends to give me 1 minute before they start the clock, so I can get out of my building and started on this race.    I take off and am on my way.  2-3 kilometres in I am on the bridge heading over it into North Vancouver.   When I get to the other side an ambulance waves me over to the side of the road.  They tell me to stop what I was doing.  My bike had no lights, I had no helmut, no seat, and it was pitch black out.  They seen death in my near future.

I told them, that they just cost me 1 minute of my time and I got to get going otherwise I am never going to make my time.  I take off.  I am crushing it folks.  I hit the upper levels highway, and didn’t even drop my gears below 10th and boogied up the hill.  After the hill, it goes down for bit.  I was travelling now almost as fast as the cars on the highway were going, standing up crouched over to reduce wind resistance.  I hall ass all the way through North Vancouver and get on the bridge on the way back.

The lighting is really, really bad on the Lionsgate bridge coming into Stanley park.  The bike curb I am riding on, has these places where a car can pull over if they need to.  So the bike curb lane goes quick to the right, straight and quick to the left every once in a while.

So when I went off the curb on the first just out, it was no big deal.  I didn’t even see it, but it was only a 4 inch drop, so it was easy, even though I was standing up riding.  I even seen and bunny hopped the 4 inches on the other side to get back up.  But on the second one it was a different story.  Again, I didn’t see it but navigated the jump off the curb no problem.  Well.. I didn’t even see where the curb was when I was “supposed to” bunny hop it back up.  I hit it at full running speed head on, at about 50 km/hr.  I literally flew for quite a distance, because just on the other side of this curb was a hill that dropped off in grass for about 20 ft hill.  I flew over my bike doing a full on flip and flew at least 10 feet before I hit the ground on my back and slid another 10 ft.  I was rocked.  My head took some impact on the fall, and I sat up, dizzy and shaken.  I see some lights at the top of the hill and low and behold its the ambulance drivers that warned me on the first bridge.  They seen the whole thing.  I guess they were actually sticking close to me knowing that I would be in need of them sooner or later.  LOL.  So I am shaking it off, and I ask the ambulance driver what time it was.  When he told me, I had calculated that I was at the 45 minute mark.  Even with these stops I was killing it.  I was going to make my time.  I had done downtown to eastside in 15 minutes many of times.  I told them I had to go, because I was in a race for time, and I think I can make it.

They looked at me like I was crazy, but didn’t really know how to deal with me, because I was already on the road kicking it into high gear to make my time.

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