The jersey made it, but Caleb ended up with a cracked rib and punctured lung! If it wasn't for that who knows how he would have placed in the Single Speed Cyclocross World Championships in Santa Cruz? At the very least, he would have made more tequila short cuts and drunk a lot more from that scuzzy keg in the cesspool! The debaucherous bacchanalia of bicycles was worth the injuries though. Till next year in Madison!
