It was a bright and sunny Sunday - the perfect day for a mountain bike ride. My dad went riding with his friends in the morning and I met him over on the North Shore. I got a ride from some friends : G, C and their dad Jeff.
After riding up the hill to Bobsled, we took off. It was a bit slower than normal (which may be a contributing factor?) but as I came around a corner a root grabbed my front wheel and I gave it a kiss. The front wheel, that is. I believe Uncle Pete would call it a "Kiss of Death".
No hospital trip required but it was a ride ender.
Live to ride another day...
Elbows? also skinned?
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