The view of a 2024 Crust Romanceür from West Seattle at dawn, reproducing an earlier post with a new frame.
The bike was rebuilt after getting t-boned by a red-light runner in January of 2024 which destroyed the bike, broke my pelvis, snapped my left femur, turned my left tibia and fibula into a jigsaw puzzle of seven major pieces, and shattered my right knee’s condyle.
Now I’ve got 39 titanium pins, screws, bolts, rods, and a plate inside me, but am back on the bike. First ride was December of 2024, 11 months after getting hit. Nearly every part was salvaged from the old bike, only having to replace mudguards and a tacoed rear wheel.
At some point I’ll have to put together a timeline post of the wrecked bike, x-rays, and this rebuilt one.
Got enough water?
Joking aside, it all depends one where I am. Right now only one has water; it’s just easiest to store the empties on the bike where I won’t lose track of them.
But three liters hasn’t actually been enough when touring through the emptiness of the Dakotas, crossing the Ozarks in a heatwave, or traveling through the Deep South in July.