… and it was bad — ’cause it was my bike cleat. At my 33 mile turn around point today I finally checked the cleat that hadn’t been clipping out easily. I had forgotten about it with the long stretches without stopping ;)Â And it was missing a screw, and the others were loose. So I tighted them, and crossed my fingers that it would get me home. And it did… but slipped out of position pretty well. Guess I need to fix that.