Catastrophe

Well, if you haven't heard yet, I crashed in the Sedalia Crit over the weekend. Here is a quick version of the race:
-Attack from the gun; rolled away from the pack for about 3/4 of the lap, got caught and watched Luke counter super hard.
-Went to the middle to recover...almost didn't make it
-Luke's attack was similar to mine; the pace remained over 30 for a few laps.
-Things calmed down, and recovery was mine.
-Hard attack into turn 2, began playing with physics and "rode the tight-rope"between the gutter and the peloton.
-Rider comes along side me as I begin to cut back hard into the road; I see that is impossible, so take the other option...the curb
-Front wheel clears, rear wheel explodes, sending me into one hell of an endo.
-Fork snaps at headtube, seats snaps off the rails, rear tire explodes.
-I realize I am alive, and well, and run to the wheel pit to get a bike (that's right, full Campy support...Thanks Merlin) and get back in the race.
-Mis-shift campy equipment 8000 times before finally coming off the back several laps later.
-Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Jason said I was cornering like his grandma on the new bike; wouldn't you?

After I fell off, I got dressed, and wrestled in disbelieve that I had just totally f*ed my bike up. I was still very pleased to be walking.

I found out yesterday that the frame has a pretty solid dent in it as well. I will have pics later this evening.