This photo pretty much sums up the finish of a pretty crappy day…
I was excited to be at Fatties again and ready to smash it up having had a rest day from the bike yesterday. I was feeling pretty good when quite early in the ride I washed my front wheel out in a soft dusty corner and went down like a bag o’ spuds.
It doesn’t look so bad but I could actually feel the skin ripping off my leg. Ouch.
A quick check of bike and bones and I was back on again with not too much of a problem.
Twenty minutes later I was sitting on Alex’s wheel along the most rocky bit of track on the trail. Because I was so close to him I couldn’t see to pick my lines well and was hitting rocks and bumps that I normally wouldn’t.
I tore a big hole in my rear, fixed it, flatted it, walked up to the freeway, rang Karen.
I’ve had trouble-free riding for months now. I wouldn’t say that it’s time something went wrong, but it doesn’t happen too often so hey… suck it up I reckon.
2hrs SS MTB