Oops. I forgot to tell the ending of this weekend’s lost needle story. On Sunday while he was hanging out in the boathouse as I rode along with the race, Rudder managed to find my lost needle. Apparently it had managed to make its way under one of the modular seating pieces there.
Something to be thankful for: a spouse who cares enough to go looking for a needle in a boathouse, and is smart and sensible enough to find it.