Well, got that out of the way! It's a fact of life when riding a new bike - there will be plenty of firsts. The one I always want to get over with is the first major crash - the first bruise inducing wipe out. It's bound to happen sooner or later, but until it does, there's that fear. Of falling, of dinging or scratching the new bike. My bruises heal, but a scratch in the pristine black frame? Yikes! I know it's inevitable, I've already whacked the crank arms and the bash guard - yay bash guards! But until Sunday, I'd managed to keep the rubber side down. The good news is, now that I've gotten my first bruises out of the way, I can relax and have fun on my bike!
|Nick on the big line - better watch out for that aspen tree!|
|"Did you see that?" I nearly took that aspen out!|
One more steep climb, dodging the ricochets from the idiots shooting off Mt Herman rd. Yes, not only were we subjected to the noise and mess, but the distinctive bazing-swish of a flying bullet way to close. There was no stopping until we reached the road. Only then could we stop and regroup. Stupid trail. More fun than it sounds and I was doing good. Maybe I could prolong the first bruises for a little longer - that's what I was thinking. Then it happened. I came into a rock garden a little too slowly, grabbed too much front brake and toppled right over. Onto a big, hard rock! Shoulder and hip definitely took that hit hard! Oh well - had to happen some time. Then we finished out the rest of Stupid - I actually rode more of it then I thought I would. Some of those rocks are pretty scary (for me!) We finished the ride out on HotShots and returned to the van all grins.