Shadow Priest lf healer

February 10, 2008

I write today in the cocoon of boredom and pain. The weather yesterday was one of late spring (or as we Texans like to call winter) and the desire to get outside and enjoy a little of it was at an all time high. So, joining with the likes of my cousin, Pam and Brandi, I set out to ride mountain bikes (after all, it cost me enough…might as well use it). As my cousin Mike recently had his knee scoped, we all had it in our minds to take it easy and just ride some winding trails through the woods. Unfortunately, these trails whereabouts were difficult to find and we ended up going down a pretty steep hill to cross a creek.

This proved to be no big deal for 3/4 of our two-wheeled squadron, but while crossing the stream and dodging an inordinate amount of trail hikers and dogs, I heard Brandi scream in fear behind me. Knowing she was probably just scared of going down hill, I completed my water-crossing just in time to hear the infamous sounds of a bike wreck. I hopped off of my Raleigh Mojave 8.0 to see what damage Brandi was in and found her more embarrassed than hurt. She had nicked her elbow pretty good and she now has a pretty wicked bruise and scratch on her hip along with overall soreness.

Not to be outdone, I found a trail 15 minutes later that proved to be my undoing. Cruising downhill over rough terrain at 30 mph or more is what the sport is all about, right? I was loving it until I saw an oddly placed hump in the trail a mere two feet in front. Upon hitting it, I was immediately airborne and frightened. Had I maintained my wits about me, I would have pulled up on the bars and braced myself for a hard landing, but instead, I lifted myself behind the seat. When the bike hit the ground, it kept rolling. My feet came out of the toe clips (I know, I should go clipless, but I don’t think it would have changed things here) my hands held on for a bit longer – just long enough to stretch me out and cause my weak right shoulder to pop out of socket. I hit the ground and slid about 5 feet over white rocks and dirt…just enough to embed the stuff in my skin.

Rolling over, I popped my arm back in place and began the long rant of cursing. Luckily, the earlier-bruised Brandi rushed to my side and helped me up, where I began walking and continuing my free-flow of unpleasantries. Mike, Pam and Brandi helped me get my bike all the way to car (opposite side of park) and Brandi took me home. The cleaning process involved hydrogen peroxide, scrubbing and biting a towel.

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Today, my wounds are bandaged, my shoulder is almost unmovable and this blog is the extent of my energy. Thanks for reading and happy riding.