I love gravity sports such as skiing and mountain biking because I love the thrill of going downhill fast. However, every now and then I’m reminded that with gravity and speed comes the risk of pain and injury. This weekend I had not one but two wipeouts, and the second one was the doozy, launching me off my bike with a resounding thud. Luckily neither were near the large granite boulders we tend to ride over and around, so it’s primarily a few scrapes coupled with a bruised body and ego. And some dusty-as bike clothing.
This has been my summer of badly timed leg wounds, as I’m leaving today for a tourism conference in Santa Rosa. Since it’s going to be warm I had initially planned to bring a few skirts, but that strategy was revised last night as I realized explaining the wounds on my leg wasn’t something I really wanted to do. So long pants it is, and I’m hoping for air conditioning.