31 May 2009 :: I'm Not Making This Up
Today The Mountain Bike Collective took two new riders to something more than the epic Ridgleline Playground and introduced them to big downhills, lots of rocks and gravel; The Alpine Trail. It is a 20-sumat mile course that has 3k of climbing over eight miles, some sweet singletrack and downhill singletrack for another eight. Money?
Of the big downhills, lots of rocks and gravel, I did not expect the 30 yards of gravel to be the worst. Of the twenty miles of singletrack, I expected walking on the climb, or maybe on the downhill for the n00bs. It might be, but we never found out.
About two miles out A-Frame hit a gravel section and flipped over the handlebars. His wrist looked funny and we scurried towards the cars. He needed a splint and a guy in a wife-beater, mohawk, lots of tattoos and whatnot named Jeff cut down a 2x4 to appropriate size, found a sling and made us owe him some IPA next time we duck into Westfir. A-Frame directed his energies towards the Emergency Room with Funnel Cake where the x-rays lowered their furry little heads and mentioned that for a cornea fracture of 3 (or so) degrees ought to be treated with screws and a surgery on Wednesday.
We continued mountain biking. |
