Plan: With an oncoming trip to Colorado, and a wheelset that came close to essploding... my mission today is to shake them down by beating the snot out of them. As I roll from the house I look for every curb, bump, road joint, root I can hit.
Result: Luckily Mem Park's famous routs provide ample opportunity as long as you don't mind a few face slappers!
Unfortunately I smack one a little too hard and perfrom an off-saddle excursion. A litte blood. Nothing like a gentile fall to get the adrenaline flowing. I feel better. Falling is part of biking. The more you do it, the better you get at it. And every time you fall, and don't get hurt just boosts confidence.
Riding with the S-man today...
I hate to be repetive, but I really, really like the HighBall..
Wheels survive the test fine. The rider does too. Cleaning the trail rash hurts more than the fall today. After a few hours... it looks like I have a pecan implanted just below my kneecap. Should make some pretty colors.
Hydrocolloid bandage, gauze, tape and netting. Overkill, but I need a quick no-scab heal.
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