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Carla A-G
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Okay, so it wasn't really Costa Rica. It was only Bethpage, but it felt like Costa Rica. The weather
was very humid and damp. The ground was moist from the dampness in the air. The trail was covered in
fog. We decided to do a night ride. The lights were casting strange shadows as they cut through the
fog in the tight singletrack. We rode at a good pace, the trail was void of any other riders.
At point we scared the bejeezus out of a couple of teenage boys who were walking the fireroad
section of the trail. We came flying down the section and didn't see them until the last second.
They jumped when they saw the blaring lights approaching them, probably thought we were cops.
It was becoming more difficult to see as the fog thickened. It was becoming more difficult to
breathe as the humidity increased in the air.
Coming down the last section of the loop, a downhill section, my front wheel washed out at the
bottom sandy section. I crashed into some woody brush on the left side of the trail and down I went.
I felt a sensational stinging pain above my left knee. I lay there for a minute as Jim checked my
bodily damage. The pain became stronger. I heard him say "oh ****, this is bad", I didn't want to
look. I sat up, and looked. There was a 4" deep gash above my left knee. I had been stabbed by a
branch. It was bleeding like a stuck pig and instantly swelled up. Jim poured water from his
camelbak to clean out the dirt and grit. I screamed in agony, I am such a wimp. After a few minutes,
I stood up. My knee looked like a bloody, swollen potato. It kept on bleeding down my leg.
I did the once over on my bike to check if everything was ok. I noticed that the rear wheel was
locked. I looked at it closer and noticed that I had bent the disc caliper inwards probably after I
had landed on that side of the bike after the crash. Jim pulled out his multi-tool and removed the
rear caliper. This would allow me to ride out of the woods and back to where we had parked the van.
I slowly mounted the bike and we rode back.
- CA-G yet another scar for the collection...
Can-Am Girls Kick Ass!
was very humid and damp. The ground was moist from the dampness in the air. The trail was covered in
fog. We decided to do a night ride. The lights were casting strange shadows as they cut through the
fog in the tight singletrack. We rode at a good pace, the trail was void of any other riders.
At point we scared the bejeezus out of a couple of teenage boys who were walking the fireroad
section of the trail. We came flying down the section and didn't see them until the last second.
They jumped when they saw the blaring lights approaching them, probably thought we were cops.
It was becoming more difficult to see as the fog thickened. It was becoming more difficult to
breathe as the humidity increased in the air.
Coming down the last section of the loop, a downhill section, my front wheel washed out at the
bottom sandy section. I crashed into some woody brush on the left side of the trail and down I went.
I felt a sensational stinging pain above my left knee. I lay there for a minute as Jim checked my
bodily damage. The pain became stronger. I heard him say "oh ****, this is bad", I didn't want to
look. I sat up, and looked. There was a 4" deep gash above my left knee. I had been stabbed by a
branch. It was bleeding like a stuck pig and instantly swelled up. Jim poured water from his
camelbak to clean out the dirt and grit. I screamed in agony, I am such a wimp. After a few minutes,
I stood up. My knee looked like a bloody, swollen potato. It kept on bleeding down my leg.
I did the once over on my bike to check if everything was ok. I noticed that the rear wheel was
locked. I looked at it closer and noticed that I had bent the disc caliper inwards probably after I
had landed on that side of the bike after the crash. Jim pulled out his multi-tool and removed the
rear caliper. This would allow me to ride out of the woods and back to where we had parked the van.
I slowly mounted the bike and we rode back.
- CA-G yet another scar for the collection...
Can-Am Girls Kick Ass!
