You know when you are riding single track and you say to yourself on a particularly nasty section strewn with immovable boulders and other trail furniture: "Holy crapnikov, that would be a shitty place to crash."
Well, I yardsaled on exactly that on Saturday. Nick, Bobby, Jr. Sam, Jason V and others all grooving up in Ned until a trail gremlin reached out and grabbed my bar throwing me into this rock garden like a giant piece of cheese over a grater.
Not good. Confirmed broken rib which made itself known to me Sunday when I sneezed and I about passed out. Wrist is annihilated too as is the hip. I know the ribs can't be helped and the wrist will heal too, so I've got to sit in on this and suffer.
Awesome timing, huh? But...finding the silver lining nonetheless: My S-Works helmet worked like a champ against The rocks!
And yes, I'll see you at Amante on Wednesday AM.