It happened on a trail that I’ve ridden hundreds of times. One moment I was enjoying the unseasonably warm weather, and the next I was spitting out dirt and blood. I don’t know how–or why–I lost traction, but it happened. I hit the deck hard enough to severely dent my helmet, break my glasses, and incur a healthy dose of trail rash. Thankfully, a Good Samaritan was kind enough to walk me out to the trail head, where my family was waiting (I had called them from the trail, but have no memory of making the call). A trip to the ER confirmed that nothing was broken, but the doctor told me that I shouldn’t ride my bike for the next couple of days. I’m sore, bruised, and bloodied, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse.
Be careful out there.