We were out riding yesterday on Mt Fromme. The woodwork was pretty frosty, but we had gotten past the worst of it. I was feeling good and was riding stuff that I had never ridden before, like the steep, wooden ladders in this photo. I just got onto the log, and knew I was going to fall off, so I tried to put some distance between me and the bike. The bike, not wanting to go down on its own, grabbed my foot and we both landed in the creek all tangled up.
As soon as I picked myself up I knew that my hand was broken. Fawcett and Jeffo made an amazing splint with leg armour and we walked out.
I was pretty cold and wet from having just spent more time than I would've wanted to in snow-fed creek, but my hand was really starting to get sore so we headed off to the hospital. Turns out I broke 2 bones in my left hand and go for surgery next week.
Out for everything for 6 weeks. Boy do I feel shame for repeatedly calling MasterPlanDan gimpy :cry:
I learned the hard way to towel off my bike before the dog. I'd rather have a slightly oily dog than a hairy bike.
