Fifty degrees, sun shining in a bright blue sky, forcast for snow and 20 tomorrow...I gotta get out and ride.
The trail was in perfect condition and I felt as though I was in the groove. Bombing down the fastest part of the trail I let it go and spun out the gear...that's when it happened.
Isn't it funny that a split second before it all goes to hell you have this instictive thought, kinda like, "oh, this is gonna be bad".
Four lousy feet of mud and suddenly its sky, dirt, sky, dirt, sky, rocks. As I laid there for about ten minutes I reflected...
- It actually feels quite a bit cooler now that I'm no longer riding
- I didn't realize my arm would fit through that part of the wheel
- Maybe my wife did marry an idiot
Anyhoo, I sucked it up and rode the hour back out to the car and went to get fixed up. End result: 3 broken ribs, 1 chipped pelvis, and lots of scrapes and bruises.
Now one week later and I have more colors on my side than Crayola has crayons, my kids keep hugging me (OUCH) to make me feel better and my wife no longer calls me an idiot...she's upgraded me to stupid.
Wish my retro body would heal like it was NOS.
cheers,
rody
The trail was in perfect condition and I felt as though I was in the groove. Bombing down the fastest part of the trail I let it go and spun out the gear...that's when it happened.
Isn't it funny that a split second before it all goes to hell you have this instictive thought, kinda like, "oh, this is gonna be bad".
Four lousy feet of mud and suddenly its sky, dirt, sky, dirt, sky, rocks. As I laid there for about ten minutes I reflected...
- It actually feels quite a bit cooler now that I'm no longer riding
- I didn't realize my arm would fit through that part of the wheel
- Maybe my wife did marry an idiot
Anyhoo, I sucked it up and rode the hour back out to the car and went to get fixed up. End result: 3 broken ribs, 1 chipped pelvis, and lots of scrapes and bruises.
Now one week later and I have more colors on my side than Crayola has crayons, my kids keep hugging me (OUCH) to make me feel better and my wife no longer calls me an idiot...she's upgraded me to stupid.
Wish my retro body would heal like it was NOS.
cheers,
rody