I was about 1-1/2 miles from my house and 50' down the trail when I realized that I'd brought the wrong bike. I was 100' down the trail when I laid the bike down the first time. At this point I almost made the decision to ride back and get a bike with studded tires... but I was late. I had opted for the fat bike because the trails had been so soft and their condition was unknown. Ultimatly I decided I could do it and I'd just be careful. It turns out a nice aggressively studded bike would have been an ideal bike for the day.
The lake crossing was fine, a little slick. The climb on the other side, I walked, I probably would have anyway. The trails after that were slicky and tricky with the ice laden overhanging trees grabbing at my helmet light often.
|Ice Laden Overhanging Trees|
As I was on the ground collecting myself, trying to asses the damage I though "Shit" I just got a whole bunch of new cycling gear and I hope I haven't mangled myself too much to use it. After a minute or so I was back up, picking up the pieces of my rear light and pressed on. I even decided to cautiously take the trails the rest of the way. I did say that they got better, and it's hard to pass up good winter riding.
Taking off my riding gear was a chore. (It was about 12 degrees and 2 layers of sweaty jerseys don't come off that easy). Looking in the mirror confirmed that my shoulder was F-ed (Fouled) up. I spent the morning thinking it was dislocated. I even tried a few things to put it back in - I stopped that pretty quick. A trip to quick care revealed the real problem.
|Stop Skipping Ahead to the Pictures, I'm Not Real Happy About This|
I'll be off the bike for a few weeks and probably off slippery trails for a few more. Shit.