So I borrowed that line from Forest Gump.

I had my first serious “issue” riding my Santa Cruz. Riding Barton Creek Green Belt (BCGB) and hit the ground, well actually a rock, on my side during an ill-advised downhill. Ended up with a nasty and painful bruise on my side (love handle) and the associated severe soreness. Well I rode a bit more but decided to cut it short. On my way back to the 360 entry point, I was trying to climb a ledge when I was again smote by the mountain bike gods. Wasn’t going fast enough and stopped dead in my tracks so I hopped of my pedals only to run my leg down my outer chain ring. Didn’t feel it but I noticed the large open gash. Luckily it didn’t bleed much as I still had to ride about 10 minutes more to get out of BCGB.

Took a trip to St. Davids ER… Three hours and 17 stitches later…check out my lovely parting gifts!