I was able to watch a catastrophic wreck on my behalf yesterday. It was almost flattering. I was riding along a semi-frequently ridden trail at a popular trail system in my area. I was wearing one of those jerseys that just make you feel cute...just the right cut, the color, and braided pigtails...I may not have looked like I was intending to get sloppy muddy although I already was. The site distance on this trail was quite a ways since it was a goat trail on a fairly straight hill side, although I know how I can sometimes be zoned out. This fellow kept getting closer and closer until I saw him look up real quick to see someone coming his way. After that very split second his handle bars caught a tree and he went flailing over the side of his bike, arms flapping, heels kicking, unclipping so that his bike started on down the hill a little. Besides crashing, I think he was a little embarrassed that it was obvious I'd broken his concentration. I hate that I was probably the cause of his only crash that day, and fortunately he was okay, but I giggled about it for quite some time after I'd gone on down the trail.

A certain mtb guy, who shall remain nameless to protect the ego, was trying to show off when he first met me. I've forgotten exactly what he did, a little jump maybe, but he veered off the trail, careened into the woods out of control, and smacked into a big tree 20 feet off trail, taking the brunt of the impact on the shoulder. Of course he pretended he wasn't hurt and kept riding. We laugh about it now.

Spike

I was able to watch a catastrophic wreck on my behalf yesterday. It was almost flattering. I was riding along a semi-frequently ridden trail at a popular trail system in my area. I was wearing one of those jerseys that just make you feel cute...just the right cut, the color, and braided pigtails...I may not have looked like I was intending to get sloppy muddy although I already was. The site distance on this trail was quite a ways since it was a goat trail on a fairly straight hill side, although I know how I can sometimes be zoned out. This fellow kept getting closer and closer until I saw him look up real quick to see someone coming his way. After that very split second his handle bars caught a tree and he went flailing over the side of his bike, arms flapping, heels kicking, unclipping so that his bike started on down the hill a little. Besides crashing, I think he was a little embarrassed that it was obvious I'd broken his concentration. I hate that I was probably the cause of his only crash that day, and fortunately he was okay, but I giggled about it for quite some time after I'd gone on down the trail.

Mmmmm...braided pigtails! =)