So I rolled up to the start line at RMR last night for the last weekday crit of the year for me. I'm in a good mood, the weather's great and it looks like a good group. About 30 seconds before Gary gives the go, the guy next to me says "hey is your frame cracked?" I look down at my down tube just above the cable stop and I see watch looks like a scratch. At this point we're rolling off the line and all I can think about all race is when my frame will break. Fortunately, it didn't and I survived the entire season with all my skin.
A few of us examined my frame today and it looks like a paint scratch. However, I'll be making to trip over to the big S soon to make sure.
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