(via logicandproportion)
So I got back on the bike today for an easy ride through the neighborhood, so I was not wearing a helmet. I’m just pushing up a hill, when I see a steep downhill pole line running through the woods. I couldn’t resist. I wasn’t 50 yards into it when I hit some loose stuff, it’s not a bike trail you see, and endo’d. I landed on my back, and the nut at the front of my handlebars got me right in the middle of the forehead. I had to tourniquit my t shirt around my head til I got home so I could see. I told my son it liked like charles manson’s swastika. He said I looked like harry potter.
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Am i a bad mtb’r for saying I hate following slow people, or does that just say something about me as a person?
That’s me in the grey helmet
Riding
Getting ready to hit the new double black at oak mountain
