When I get a new mountain bike I have to crash it. I don't prefer it but it just happens. It happened on my Fatboy on the first ride. This time it took about Five.
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| The New Bike |
Luckily before that I got to ride part way with my wife, check out some new trails and get a decent fall ride in.
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| A Mouse Took this Picture |
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| Fall Color is Holding on Tight |
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| Built trails at Libby Hill - Not where I crashed. |
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| It Looks Less Scary In This Picture |
I crashed in the woods. A pedal strike on a rock buried in leaves stopped the bike but not me. OTB and into a tree. I wasn't going fast but my inability to take a deep breath makes me think there was a rib involved. Turning over in bed takes time. Riding to work the next day confirmed it. Any effort that got me breathing over a moderate rate felt like a knife stabbing me in the side.
I'm pretty disappointed that I
won't may not be able to
race on Sunday.
Oh, and after the crash I pinch flatted on the way out of the woods with a mile to go.
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