August 8, 2004

downhilling

August 8, 2004



Thinking that the next two weeks would be filled with non-cycling activities, Jason and I decided to go do something a little different on Sunday -- downhill mountain biking at the Keystone ski resort.

You pay a bunch of money, they give you a lift pass, and the ski lift takes you and your bike to the top of the mountain. No cycling to go up gives you plenty of time for the extra-fun downhills. The trails aren't on the ski trails usually, but wind through the trees. Some trails are gnarly and steep, with tons of rocks, ledges, roots, even up-in-the-air bridges and crazy man-made drops. I had a good day of riding with only one serious slide out, which created the scrape and bruise on my right knee. I managed to avoid certain death a few times with skilled riding. :)

On the final run of the day (it's always the last run, right?), I was feeling good and we took one of the hardest trails on the mountain. This trail (Paid in Full), although open to users, is still under construction. We came up to a very loose and sketchy section which I had walked on previous runs, but decided to ride this time.

Low and behold, I started sliding out while doing sort of a front-wheel wheelie, couldn't get the rear end to come down, and endoed onto my face. The bike landed on top of me and kinda pinned me down. Jason was within shouting distance and came to free me from the bicycle.

Apparently my chin hit a rock or root or something, because a very deep but short cut opened on the underside of my chin. Jason cleaned and closed it with some serious first aid skills and some Steri-Strips. Oh yeah, and I added a scrape on my cheek, some skin irritation on my left pectoral, and started the old elbow wound bleeding again.

My bike came out of the whole experience ok -- I think my body
cushioned the blow. :-)

July 25, 2004

strange roadbike accident

July 25, 2004

Apparently my mountain biking skills have increased greatly, to the point where I rarely wreck when offroad. So the Bruise Report has been sadly lacking for material. However, dear reader, freakish things still happen on a road bike!


So I head out for a road ride with Jason on a Sunday afternoon. We get about 5 miles from the house, and I'm out of the saddle cranking at 15mph up a hill. I hear a little 'click' come from the back of my bike somewhere. The bike suddenly stops, but of course I keep going headfirst into the pavement.

No idea what exactly happened to the bike -- either I got something stuck in my spokes, or the drivetrain seized up, or the rear wheel became loose. Anyway, the result was me flying off the bike into the pavement, the frame remaining where it stopped, and the rear wheel flew 30 feet past me up the road. The whole rear wheel detaching itself from the bike and flying past me with a slingshot effect, that's kinda freaky.

Luckily, Jason found my wheel in a ditch and rotated my handlebars back into place (they got sorta messed up by the impact), and I was able to slowly ride home. Slowly, because I didn't really trust my bike not to throw me again.