9.29.05 I hadn't planned on racing that day, and I hadn't planned on racing on the road anymore at all. I went for a run in the morning, and when I got home I saw that Johs had called. All he had to say was Portsmouth Criterium and I was going. I put my left cheek right on to the pavement, right in front of a big crowd. I didn't think much of it. I walked around lovely Portsmouth, watched the race, drank coffee and was totally chillin, until I got back to Johs' house and saw the fuckin gash under my eye. Fifteen stitches later at three in the morning I was as good as new. And thus ended my 2005 road racing season. word. feat. 311
