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September 06, 2004 ( Monday, September 06, 2004 ) It finally happened. I wiped out. Not since the crash of '98 that resulted in me with a broken collarbone have I wiped out on my bike. I bought my new bike about a year ago and haven't even crashed once. I was so proud to have a clean record with this bike. Everytime I went biking I thought to myself "I haven't crashed yet! Go me!" Well, poo....that track record is tainted now. Last night Scott and I went for a bike ride through the community forest. It was too late when we left, around 7:30 and we didnt think it would be dark while we were biking. We were wrong. On the way back to the truck, on Rollercoaster Trail of all trails, I was speeding down a hill because I was cold and wanted to go home. That's when it happened. This rock, about the size and height of a coffee table just appeared. I didn't know what to do, so I braked. Probably at the wrong time. I went over my bike and somehow end up landing on top of it before skidding on the dirt and rolling to a stop. I got up, shaking, and threw my backpack and helmet off. Scott pulled up and asked me what happened. I was very upset, shaking and swearing. We looked for wounds and thankfully all I ended up getting was a huge scrape up the back of my leg and some sore bones. *sigh* |
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