Someone with luck on par with mine….
It was 2 weeks until the Glentress 7.
After a mediocre week, I’d found my mojo again and I’m riding well. Its time to get the last of the big mileage rides in plus some fun/skills blasting done early on weekend mornings. So, Sunday sees a sensible training loop – Up Benarty, then a lap of the Blair. Simple enough.
After hooning it up the middle climb, I cross the top and hammer back down the descent from the flat rock. Its early, so I have a clear run, clean the endo-turn before the final staircase then head to Harron then the forest.
I’m riding well…smooth and fast and before I know it I’m at the top of the forest and pointing myself back down. First descent done, cross the fire road then hit the second. There are options here and I pick the sequoias line. Its blocked halfway down, but there’s a diversion in place and the fastest section is still clear. I’ve ridden this bit of trail hundreds of times over the years, its been the source of many smiles plus a mild concussion one time……
I turn in and hit the corners at speed, sprinting out of each. I hit the ditch and lift the front end, floating over the rocks that fill it and, at full speed, tuck in a little and hit the rock garden that follows.
Then I’m flying.
Its all gone slo-mo and I’m aware of the bike coming to a very sudden stop…..but I’m still going. I note my front wheel being angled 90 degrees off where it should be and wait what feels like an eternity for the thud.
I’m in a heap and there are sharp pains in my hip and wrist along with dull pains elsewhere including my shoulder. I try to get up, because if I can get up I’m not dead or too badly broken. Its difficult but I manage it. I don’t think I’ve been in as much pain as this since that time I made a Grant-shaped indent in the front of a car. I check each collarbone and they’re fine but, as I check my right clavicle, my left wrist throbs. Pain tears through my hip and I give it a feel. Hm…..its not supposed to be that shape.
This is not good.
I’m on my feet though, pain is subsiding a little (but previous experience has taught me that this is possibly adrenalin) and I’m able to gingerly get going again as soon as my wits return.
Oddly, I don’t hit the rest of the loop as hard and fast as I had been until that point. Once I’m out of the forest, I limp come, riding one-handed most of the way as the wrist is sore. Really sore. Once home, I shower then ice the wrist for a few hours and take some ibuprofen. My hip continues to throb and has grew itself a nice lump – the kind that alters your profile when you look in the mirror.
After 2 days off the bike to rest the wrist, it feels a bit better and the hip has now started to bruise a little. By Friday (5 days later) its a bruised badly, with a bright yellow and deep purple patch the size of my fist.
There are no photos, this isn’t a pr0n site. :-$
Almost 2 weeks on, the bruising remains, the wrist still twinges, lying on my right side is uncomfortable but hopefully that’s my bad luck out of the way.
That is, until I give the bike a proper once over and discover some mild pringling of the front wheel and lots of new chips in the paintwork.
Then there’s the story of the Glentress 7 itself……………………