I’ll try again next year, it was DNF, but NYC was fun.
Both rings were punk, the most holed road I’ve ever seen.
Here’s how:
1.) While moving from the hotel to the starting point, one rider slipped on a wet road with a stretch fitting of the bridge and fell with a deep cut wound to the face. We rescued and two riders sent him back to the hotel.
2.) Start all at once. I am positioned quite backwards of a group of 3,000 people.
3.) Start running. I proceed smoothly, stirring the crowd like a spaghetti. A good rider passes by the side at high speed, and then I stick to the wheel and run through the crowds.
4.) The forward rider waved the bicycle sideways to avoid the dent of the manhole. I hit it and the water bottle flew. When I chased the bottle for a moment and raised my face, I had to step on the brake in a wet downhill corner at high speed. The rear wheel slipped out, realized that it was not in time, and passed between the two riders, but cleared somehow.
5.) The rows of riders passed and I joined them.
6.) The second group passes at a tremendous speed, and it catches on.
7.) Downhill, approaching the group backward at about 80 km/h, plunged into a huge hole. The second water bottle splashes and punctures the front and rear rings.
8.) The rear is replaced with a new tube in 5 minutes. I tried to patch the front looking for a hole, but the CO2 cartridge ran out and gave up.
9.) Eight cyclists stop in the same trouble. I couldn’t help them, and they couldn’t help me. Call my wife to pick me up. It was 20 miles (32 km) out of 100 miles (160 km).