So I lose my title as the '2009 no fall-guy'.
Jumped over a tremendous snow pile last night, made it up and over the crest only to find my front wheel jammed into a rut resulting in a bit of head over ass and trying to catch my breath after the wind is knocked out of my port side lung. I got a bruised and swollen rib cage, but no worries. Having learned no lesson, I next tangle up with the Kevin in the garage, bruising my taint in a wicked smash-up. Some would have gone home at that, and I did several hours later, where I followed up with a 3am reattempt at snow pile jumpness, resulting in another landing on my damaged ribs.
I simply have too much fun riding over snow piles - one of the perks of the season. Now I'm not mentioning all the successful runs, I'm just not reminded of those each time I breathe...
See Linden, you should have stayed after all.
Jumped over a tremendous snow pile last night, made it up and over the crest only to find my front wheel jammed into a rut resulting in a bit of head over ass and trying to catch my breath after the wind is knocked out of my port side lung. I got a bruised and swollen rib cage, but no worries. Having learned no lesson, I next tangle up with the Kevin in the garage, bruising my taint in a wicked smash-up. Some would have gone home at that, and I did several hours later, where I followed up with a 3am reattempt at snow pile jumpness, resulting in another landing on my damaged ribs.
I simply have too much fun riding over snow piles - one of the perks of the season. Now I'm not mentioning all the successful runs, I'm just not reminded of those each time I breathe...
See Linden, you should have stayed after all.
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I can assure you– there were no successful runs. By any of us....
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