Cooling down after the time trial at nationals, I come back to my car to find someone had left a CycleOps mag trainer. My first thought iss that my teammate Ray had left his for me to use. I call him. Not his.
Who would have left a trainer by my car? Someone must have been seriously confused. Then it hits me: the Team COBC guys (Burns and Matson) graciously offered the use of their canopy to stay dry while warming up. I had grabbed a trainer that was next to the canopy and used it. It must have belonged to the car next to them. And then later they thought it was mine.
I’m told it belongs to a guy from a team in Wisconsin (ISCorp), and he’s on his way home. So I have a trainer that I don’t need, and don’t really have room for.
Next day, I ride over to the road race course to check it out. Riding around slowly, still tired from the time trial, a couple of guys zip past me. I recognize a jersey: ISCorp. I sprint up to them, and ask, do you have a teammate who lost a trainer? The guy says, actually it’s my trainer.
We pull over to exchange numbers and sort out how to get it back to him. As we’re stopped at the side of the road, the two Team COBC guys come flying by and yell, “watch out for that Torelli guy” (with no clue about what was going on).
Now what are the odds of all of us converging right then?
There is a big casino here, right where the time trial started. I think I may have to go check it out.