But as for that thing called “cycling” I have officially donated blood to my mountain. Riding on the fully ridged mountain bike down a fire road… Well as Dane would say “I was just riding along...and” There was this large burnout hole from a stuck vehicle and I though I would put my front wheel in the hole going about 25 mph. (Note the sarcasm)
Turns out it was not a good idea. Rolling like a rag-doll on the compacted dirt I found myself 30+ feet away from where I went down. Confused and oxygen deprived I sat on the ground in shock of what happened. My first thought was that the crash was not fair; I had no idea I was crashing so therefore I was at a disadvantage. I know I know just let me go along with this thought.
Anyway I turned out ok, just shaken up, but in the end the crash left me a week out of riding the bike. If I get any picture I will post it.
Yeah my town is interesting.
3 comments:
oh wow so you think your parade is just so much better don't you
Kevin, it sounds like I am so much better at going over the handlebars than you are! We'll have to hit the Mtb. Trails AFTER track nats!!!
Buttercup!!!!
Tell the real biking story on how you learned to pass!!!!!!!
Dual ragdolls playing with their trikes!!!!
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