I was going to ride Sweetwater Wednesday night, at the last minute I changed my plans and met everyone at Starr Pass. Before I left the house, I was given signs that I was not meant to ride tonight. As I was leaving to go to the trail, I realized that my bike was still at the shop being repaired...an extra seven miles of driving and time. I grab my stuff, jump in the truck and leave the base. I start to do a mental check in my head...light, check...camelbak...check...helmet...oh, crap. Getting back on base is a pain and as slow as getting off base. Getting my helmet cost me more time and miles. So, after picking up my bike and I'm a mile from the trailhead, I realize that I forget to fill up my Camelbak. Why am I doing this ride? Something is telling me to not ride. But, I have great friends that share water so, I was able to ride.
The first mile gave me a gash in the shin from the pedal. Chain fell off a couple of times to cause more pedal to shin action. Half way through the ride, my bike decides to do a cartwheel downhill...while I'm still on. Lucky for me, Kimmeh was not too far behind me to get the wedged bike off of me. After dusting myself off and rinsing off my wounds, I got back on and finished the ride. The Fat Tire after the ride made the bruises and cuts feel better...so did the group of friends that I had around me.
Some scrapes and bruises on the arms. I like to call these the Vern cuts.
Landing on my front side left me with some nice scratches and bruises on the front of my legs. Like the hot bike tan lines?
My right leg also got some damage or as Vern calls them...Cat Bruises. Like the parfait tan line look?
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