Sometimes a guy just can't win.

It's the first weekday of daylight savings time, and I'm all stoked to get to the trails after work. I make a quick stop by the bike shop for some fresh Stan's and also pick up a pair of Descente shorts and a nice pair of Fuji gloves all for half price. The season looks to be starting really sweet! I then rush home for a quick change, hop on my bike, and I'm off to the Whirlpool Trails just a little over three miles from my front door. No sooner do I get to the trails and my sunny day turns dark. I bomb down the first hill just off the rail bed, downshift for the approaching climb, and as soon as I start to climb out, my FREAKING CHAIN BREAKS. Fortunately, I have a chain tool in my jersey pocket, but I’m so frustrated that I don’t even bother to rethread the chain back through the derailleur since I don’t trust it anymore and know railing single-track is not in the cards. I decide to just opt for a quick single-speed conversion and hobble home in a state of frustration. Sometimes a guy just can't win.