Saturday, May 7, 2011
Over the handle bars and through the woods I go
I've been through here dozens of times, without a problem, until today that is. The public trail ends here. To keep going you pop over a small curb, square yourself with the gate, drop off the ledge and turn some to the right as your back tire is dropping off, to get on the single path. Today I wasn't paying attention, my right shoulder bumped the post, knocking me to the left as my front tire dropped off the ledge, and I tried to correct the situation when my forks turned too sharp, and I was ejected from my seat as quick as a fighter pilot out of his plane, flew over the handle bars, and landed hard with outstretched hands, in nettles, jamming my right shoulder some. I hope and pray this doesn't flair up my shoulder again, I don't think I would like that very much. This was only mile 3.
I walked it off, and saddled up, for a Metric C. Legs felt strong, I'm ready for more. This is only Gravel century #2 for the year. Last year I had 17 by this time, but I'm hoping to get er going now.