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In this thread, we share eachothers most embarassing biking stories. I will share mine:
Its a warm sunny day at Northstar. Me and my friend are coming down Pho Dogg right underneath Vista Lift and head over to the mini-park next to the lift. (The place full of the boxes, stunts, and logs). Anyway, we pick out something to ride, and my friend picks out this log ride which looks really cool.
Before I continue, you need to understand it rained hard the night before we rode Northstar. That day it was hardpack at northstar (And sick as hell if I may add). Somethings were still wet.....including the log.
So we get on the log okay, and ride on slowly. Aparrently, the log was on a downhill slope as me and my friend gained more and more speed. Eventually, my friend got off the log after some sketchy moves. He was smart. Be being my retarded self, I stayed on. I rolled on and on more speed, I could see the end. Until I felt something.
My front wheel just dropped, it slipped off the edge. On the ground, my bike had endoed. Me being retarded, I still refused to bail. I go over the handlebars, and eat bark. My face hits smack dab on the dirt and the bike tumbled with me. I just laid there in embarassmement hoping no one saw. When my friend asked what happened....I just laughed, and pointed at the log.
And thats my story. Lessons learned: Don't ride logs when they're wet, don't be retarded, and you're not proving anyone anything staying with your bike.
Its a warm sunny day at Northstar. Me and my friend are coming down Pho Dogg right underneath Vista Lift and head over to the mini-park next to the lift. (The place full of the boxes, stunts, and logs). Anyway, we pick out something to ride, and my friend picks out this log ride which looks really cool.
Before I continue, you need to understand it rained hard the night before we rode Northstar. That day it was hardpack at northstar (And sick as hell if I may add). Somethings were still wet.....including the log.
So we get on the log okay, and ride on slowly. Aparrently, the log was on a downhill slope as me and my friend gained more and more speed. Eventually, my friend got off the log after some sketchy moves. He was smart. Be being my retarded self, I stayed on. I rolled on and on more speed, I could see the end. Until I felt something.
My front wheel just dropped, it slipped off the edge. On the ground, my bike had endoed. Me being retarded, I still refused to bail. I go over the handlebars, and eat bark. My face hits smack dab on the dirt and the bike tumbled with me. I just laid there in embarassmement hoping no one saw. When my friend asked what happened....I just laughed, and pointed at the log.
And thats my story. Lessons learned: Don't ride logs when they're wet, don't be retarded, and you're not proving anyone anything staying with your bike.