A little trip to French Canada

My trip to Defi started a bit rocky, with the absence of a front wheels and enough bike boxes a few days before my flight. My friends had it covered, boxes and equipment were in my hands with plenty of time to spare.
The day before my flight found me wrestling bikes into boxes, packing enough cycling clothing to cover weather from the arctic to the sahara. Craig was awesome enough to over night me a skinsuit from Colorado. Nick lent me his beloved edge wheel and Sarah and John hooked it up with the pair of hard cases.
My flights found me going SB to LA to Chicago to meet the rest of the squad. I tried the trick used my para athletes and called my bikes "wheelchairs", saving a good chunk of change and leaving a good feeling in my gut.
After a late meal we all boarded to fly to Montreal, missing Meg due to a missed flight. it was almost midnight when we landed, caught a awesome crippled tram to customs and collected our luggage, feeling blessed as all our bikes rolled out onto the carousel.
A midnight snack was in order when we arrived at our hotel downtown famished. Delivery was ordered and we fell into bed exhausted at about 1:30 in the morning.
I looked and felt like death in the morning, though my personal caraf of coffee at breakfast helped my tired mind stir. Bikes were soon assembled and 4 disabed cyclists were released onto the streets of the city. After many consultations with the doorman we determined our route to the race course.
Our opener ride took us past a huge molson brewery, over the saint lawerence river and onto the circuit gille ve nueve. Corners were scouted, winds examined and lines determined on our recon ride around the blazing fast car track.
With our ride out of the way massages arranged by the organizers were well welcomed. With one last check of equipment, clothes were laid out for the task ahead we all welcomed an early bedtime.




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