It comes in threes.

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with
temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission
I encounter a first since I started mountain
biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large branch
into my front spokes in the middle of a nice
rockgarden.

Result:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

#2:

After wasting the 35 minute techfest descent
because I'm having trouble wrenching on the
handlebar with my right wrist and while nearing
what passes for civilization once again (read: car
with beer) I pass a bevy of college coeds (really,
it was a Dear Penthouse Forum moment...) hiking up
and then I reach a crux move where the trail has
fallen away leaving about a foot wide tread next
to a drop off and fence with a tree hanging over
the trail at an angle. Because my wrist, etc. is
messed up I hug the left side and squeeze under
the tree. I thought.

In reality I was too close to that side and my
pack wedged against the tree such that my boys
were slammed down against the side of my ass
hatchet saddle and I emerged on the other side of
the tree feeling like Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

#3:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

The end.

Going to Vegas now.

Don't bet the mortgage.

Bill "racked, with dog [censored] on the crank -- I thought stuff like that only
happened to me" S.

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission I encounter a first
since I started mountain biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large
branch into my front spokes in the middle of a nice rockgarden.

Ouch. The only time that has come close to happening to me was when
some psychopathic 10 year old hiker tried to throw a 3" dia branch
through my front wheel. Thankfully he wasn't successful. And
thankfully I was mellow enough from the endorphins that I didn't kill
his dad.

Quoted message said:

After wasting the 35 minute techfest descent because I'm having trouble
wrenching on the handlebar with my right wrist and while nearing what
passes for civilization once again (read: car with beer) I pass a bevy
of college coeds (really, it was a Dear Penthouse Forum moment...)

I know you would have said you got them video.

Greg

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

Ouch!

Quoted message said:

Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

Ooooooh!

Quoted message said:

to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer.

Nasty!

For me that last bit is the worst. Don't get me wrong I'm sorry to hear
you crashed and got your nuts squashed, but you got up, the bike was
still ridable and you carried on. Those sort of moments when your
hearts pounding, adrenilines flowing and you take a tumble and brush it
off and carry on sometimes give me a another rush like "Come on!!!".
Like when you take a big tackle in rugby (or football) and just carry
on 'cos it's all part of the game.

And [censored]'s just f%^8king [censored]. At the end of a ride like that I'd have
been just [censored]. I hope somebody had a cold beer ready for you.

Laters,

Marz

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with temps peaking near 70.

<snip carnage>

That sucks! At least you got all three out of the way. I hate it when
you only get two and you have to brace yourself for the third.

Quoted message said:

Going to Vegas now.

Have fun!

Matt

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with
temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission
I encounter a first since I started mountain
biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large branch
into my front spokes in the middle of a nice
rockgarden.

Result:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

Sounds like one of those brutal slo-mo crashes.

Quoted message said:

#2:

After wasting the 35 minute techfest descent
because I'm having trouble wrenching on the
handlebar with my right wrist and while nearing
what passes for civilization once again (read: car
with beer) I pass a bevy of college coeds (really,
it was a Dear Penthouse Forum moment...) hiking up
and then I reach a crux move where the trail has
fallen away leaving about a foot wide tread next
to a drop off and fence with a tree hanging over
the trail at an angle. Because my wrist, etc. is
messed up I hug the left side and squeeze under
the tree. I thought.

In reality I was too close to that side and my
pack wedged against the tree such that my boys
were slammed down against the side of my ass
hatchet saddle and I emerged on the other side of
the tree feeling like Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

That Andre was a dirty fighter, wasn't he?

Quoted message said:

#3:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

At least it missed the wounded shin.

Quoted message said:

Going to Vegas now.

Isn't that #4?

JD

JD wrote:
<snip>

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Going to Vegas now.

Isn't that #4?

JD

That's how I'd see it! Unless it was to ride the Red Rocks area.

Matt

MattB said:

JD wrote:
<snip>

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Going to Vegas now.

Isn't that #4?

JD

That's how I'd see it! Unless it was to ride the Red Rocks area.

Different strokes, etc. but Vegas has been very,
very good to me from a dining, all-around fun
time, craps and blackjack standpoint.

Bootleg was ok too.

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

MattB said:

JD wrote:
<snip>

Quoted message said:

> Going to Vegas now.

Isn't that #4?

JD

That's how I'd see it! Unless it was to ride the Red Rocks area.

Different strokes, etc. but Vegas has been very,
very good to me from a dining, all-around fun
time, craps and blackjack standpoint.

I'm just not as gamey as you. I do agree that there are some excellent
eats in LV.

Quoted message said:

Bootleg was ok too.

Now that I don't have the need to keep traveling in a southwesterly
direction while in LV, I should get out there and sample some of the
riding. Then again, going an extra 100 miles and landing in the land
of crappy eats, weak beer and excellent trails is pretty enticing.

JD

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

MattB said:

JD wrote:
<snip>

Quoted message said:

> Going to Vegas now.

Isn't that #4?

JD

That's how I'd see it! Unless it was to ride the Red Rocks area.

Different strokes, etc. but Vegas has been very, very good to me from a
dining, all-around fun time, craps and blackjack standpoint.

Definitely. I've only been there once just to go, and a few times for
work. The one trip I voluntarily took was on the way back from camping
on the beach in Baja for a month. We spent most of our time in a town
that only had electricity from 8-10 each night. We left our extra shoes
there for the locals who don't have much.

Then the shock of Vegas after that was just too much and I couldn't
stand it.

Quoted message said:

Bootleg was ok too.

I haven't done that yet. It's on my list for next time I receive a Vegas
sentence.

Matt

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Quoted message said:

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

MattB said:

JD wrote:> Definitely. I've only been there once just to go, and a few
times for

work. The one trip I voluntarily took was on the way back from camping on
the beach in Baja for a month. We spent most of our time in a town that
only had electricity from 8-10 each night. We left our extra shoes there
for the locals who don't have much.

Then the shock of Vegas after that was just too much and I couldn't stand
it.

Quoted message said:

Bootleg was ok too.

I haven't done that yet. It's on my list for next time I receive a Vegas
sentence.

Matt

My mountainbiking experience with Las Vegas. What a place...

http://tinyurl.com/ex6do

CDB

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That what soap and water are. Shower the body and bike.
Come on get over it.

Quoted message said:

That what soap and water are. Shower the body and bike.
Come on get over it.

What?

Maybe your TV is tuned to the wrong channel or your message was garbled
as you typed it into your remote.

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with
temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission
I encounter a first since I started mountain
biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large branch
into my front spokes in the middle of a nice
rockgarden.

Result:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

#2:

After wasting the 35 minute techfest descent
because I'm having trouble wrenching on the
handlebar with my right wrist and while nearing
what passes for civilization once again (read: car
with beer) I pass a bevy of college coeds (really,
it was a Dear Penthouse Forum moment...) hiking up
and then I reach a crux move where the trail has
fallen away leaving about a foot wide tread next
to a drop off and fence with a tree hanging over
the trail at an angle. Because my wrist, etc. is
messed up I hug the left side and squeeze under
the tree. I thought.

In reality I was too close to that side and my
pack wedged against the tree such that my boys
were slammed down against the side of my ass
hatchet saddle and I emerged on the other side of
the tree feeling like Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

#3:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

The end.

Going to Vegas now.

You know that you've really screwed the pooch when you get [censored] on your
crank!

/s

pete fagerlin said:

Quoted message said:

That what soap and water are. Shower the body and bike.
Come on get over it.

What?

Maybe your TV is tuned to the wrong channel or your message was garbled
as you typed it into your remote.

I think he was talking about cleaning off the sh!t.

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"p e t e f a g e r l i n" <[email hidden]> wrote
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Quoted message said:

Bad luck that is.

Snip < Some days just suck, but you still had fun.>

At least your vehicle wasn't broken into, and beer stolen.

TJ
"Glass half full........Of beer"

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with
temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission
I encounter a first since I started mountain
biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large branch
into my front spokes in the middle of a nice
rockgarden.

Result:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

Ouch.

Quoted message said:

#2:

In reality I was too close to that side and my
pack wedged against the tree such that my boys
were slammed down against the side of my ass
hatchet saddle and I emerged on the other side of
the tree feeling like Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

Not something I want/need to envision.

Quoted message said:

#3:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

The end.

Now only if GPS had waypoints for dogcrap, that would be useful.

-Derek

Scott Gordo said:

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

The end.

Going to Vegas now.

You know that you've really screwed the pooch when you get [censored] on your
crank!

Good, but would have been more effective if you had used "dogshit"
instead of plain 'ol "[censored]".

JD

p e t e f a g e r l i n said:

Bad luck that is. Beautiful Norcal Fall day with
temps peaking near 70.

#1:

3 1/2 hours into a backcountry penetration mission
I encounter a first since I started mountain
biking, eons ago. Somehow I flipped a large branch
into my front spokes in the middle of a nice
rockgarden.

Result:

Gouge almost to the bone on left shin, strained
neck (helmet saved my life!!!!!!!!!), crackly
shoulder with an overlay of bloody rash, bruised
elbow, puncture wound thin on forearm, sprained
wrist, slit right knee.

#2:

After wasting the 35 minute techfest descent
because I'm having trouble wrenching on the
handlebar with my right wrist and while nearing
what passes for civilization once again (read: car
with beer) I pass a bevy of college coeds (really,
it was a Dear Penthouse Forum moment...) hiking up
and then I reach a crux move where the trail has
fallen away leaving about a foot wide tread next
to a drop off and fence with a tree hanging over
the trail at an angle. Because my wrist, etc. is
messed up I hug the left side and squeeze under
the tree. I thought.

In reality I was too close to that side and my
pack wedged against the tree such that my boys
were slammed down against the side of my ass
hatchet saddle and I emerged on the other side of
the tree feeling like Andre The Giant had just
kicked me in the balls. A few times.

#3:

After the world stopped spinning I started to ride
the final 300 yards to beer and not 50 yards from
the end of the trail I splashed trough a cold
puddle. Except there was no water on that portion
of the trail. I looked down at my cold shin (not
the one that was lanced and bleeding) to see a cup
cake sized pile of cold dog [censored] perfectly
centered between the top of my sock and the bottom
of my knee warmer. And all over my crank, seat
stay, brake cable, etc.

Feel your pain, but man that was funny [censored]! ;-) I have experienced
all three of them, but not on a single ride.

Heal Fast
Bill

[censored] is [censored] its all gone in the wash. And dogshit,
small change compared to horseshit.