Yesterday was one of those days, the kind where you’re blindsided faster than your reflexes can handle. So, after wrestling with multiple projects it was time to hit the trails for a bit. I haven’t felt this good on a bike since GLR ’07, surely a couple hours on Barrel Roll will be the perfect prep for Dawn til Dusk.
Sometimes you’re the windshield…
The trail was perfect. Spring wildflowers are popping up everywhere – cactus blooms, indian paintbrush, blankets of tiny yellow and purple flowers (lyf’s and lpf’s for the technically minded), and these shrubs with wonderful yellow daisy-like blooms. Enough flowers that they filled the senses. The power meter was telling me good things too – this day was turning around. Time for one more lap of Barrel Roll.
Sometimes you’re the bug…
It was breezy but not too bad. Sometimes in these parts trail choice is dictated by winds. There are places it’s best to save for another day if the gusts are really kicking in. Getting blown off your bike happens. I’ve been turned around on the Blake’s climb cause I couldn’t even keep the bike on a jeep road.
So anyway, coming up to this spot
it didn’t really occur to me to not ride the tech bits on the cliff face cause of the wind. Just as I was dropping the steep rock face a particularly nasty gust hit me and pushed me just far enough that I clipped a boulder on the way down and over the bars I went.
Crunches in stereo. Oh shit, not again…
Another trip to the xray tech, another session with a new doctor in a new town. Turns out nothing is broken but the AC joint may have separated and is certainly strained, and might also have some deltoid damage. “Nothing that a couple weeks won’t take care of young feller” says my new doc.
No DTD for me. No BFL either. It’s one thing to get busted up during an event, it’s entirely another to get busted up days before one on which you had set your sights. Manic crack with no outlet is really hard to handle.
It’s a whole lot easier being busted up when you’re spent.