After the falls, loneliness lingers
Exploring desolate ground covered by pro cyclists who crash out of the sport
BOULDER, Colo. -- A wobble. An inch. A broken back, busted teeth, blood pooling, on the road and in the skull. Femurs snapped like toothpicks under a heavy thumb. Cringe.
The physical atrocities of severe bike crashes are tangible, stomach-turning. This is the cost of pinning on a number, of doing business and fighting for a living in a sport where the only protections are tights and Styrofoam buckets.
There's another side to all the replays, the photos, the ...
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