The best kind of MTBing accident is when you go flying off the bike, hit the ground, and sit there wondering, “hey, where’s my bike?” and then whammo! it lands on the back of your head.
What, that’s never happened to you?
Crapper! I really do wonder how you make it out of there now… and I’m having fun imagining you converting your bike into a unicycle and pedaling home with amazing balance.
Crazy Dan.
this is the best gnarly-bike-accident story i’ve read in a while. doesn’t everybody like a good gnarly-bike-accident story??
and gopi - that happened to me last time i travelled to the USA, only instead of the ground it was the 16th-century spiral staircase of my building, two flights beneath my landing, and instead of a MTB it was my 42-kg behemoth suitcase as it caught up with me. dude, i wish i didn’t remember that.
btw dan i am sincerely looking forward to the next installment of this story. i love reading about people getting bruised. it’s so gripping. so ... survivor. :)