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Why is crashing so much fun? I was riding last night when I should have just stayed home. It had rained and the rocks were, well, slick.
Ever have one of those rides when you knew something was going to go wrong?
Heading down a rocky drop, already aware that I did not have the correct tires for the conditions (Python Air Lights do not make a good mud and wet condition tire but we all know that already) my front tire washed out.
Washed out and deflected directly into a large boulder. Stopped me dead! I rotated around the front hub, left the bike in a well defined "Superman" position, hit the rocks and cursed loudly. Very loudly. Very, very loudly and often.
End result. Bike was fine.
Me, not so fine. Gonna' make one of those Canadian injury surveys if I keep this up.
The carnage. One sprained wrist, bruised shoulder, bloody thigh and knee and stiff neck all on the left side and (can't figure out how this happened) one very bloody back of the right ankle.
Got up and rode for another 3/4 hour without further incident.
Back at the car another rider rode up and took a look at me. I never bother to clean off after a fall. Guess its like a baseball player who refuses to brush himself off after slidding into second.
He says "Slick today?"
"Yup" I answer.
Today I'm looking back and thinking how much better crashing in the rocks is than watching television. Hmmmmm. We are a sick bunch. I get to compare injuries with a woman I took riding in Jim Thorpe last weekend. That's a whole other story and I may even write about it soon. Or, maybe not. Over five hours in the woods with two women.
Wife's last words as I left for work this morning were, "You're not going to ride today are
you?"
"Sure" I answered. "Just don't plan to fall."
Peace
REV
Ever have one of those rides when you knew something was going to go wrong?
Heading down a rocky drop, already aware that I did not have the correct tires for the conditions (Python Air Lights do not make a good mud and wet condition tire but we all know that already) my front tire washed out.
Washed out and deflected directly into a large boulder. Stopped me dead! I rotated around the front hub, left the bike in a well defined "Superman" position, hit the rocks and cursed loudly. Very loudly. Very, very loudly and often.
End result. Bike was fine.
Me, not so fine. Gonna' make one of those Canadian injury surveys if I keep this up.
The carnage. One sprained wrist, bruised shoulder, bloody thigh and knee and stiff neck all on the left side and (can't figure out how this happened) one very bloody back of the right ankle.
Got up and rode for another 3/4 hour without further incident.
Back at the car another rider rode up and took a look at me. I never bother to clean off after a fall. Guess its like a baseball player who refuses to brush himself off after slidding into second.
He says "Slick today?"
"Yup" I answer.
Today I'm looking back and thinking how much better crashing in the rocks is than watching television. Hmmmmm. We are a sick bunch. I get to compare injuries with a woman I took riding in Jim Thorpe last weekend. That's a whole other story and I may even write about it soon. Or, maybe not. Over five hours in the woods with two women.
Wife's last words as I left for work this morning were, "You're not going to ride today are
you?"
"Sure" I answered. "Just don't plan to fall."
Peace
REV