Time to hit Goats I thinks. I approach the log drop, there's a couple of looky loos, who even though see me ride up, didn't move. I hit my rear brake, loose graval and I go down. Get up and ride down to where the old Bender drop was. See a jogger running up, trying not to hit him, I catch my tire on a root and down I go again..:mad: Get back up and see that my lower roller on my guide is torn off and the trailing arm is bent to hell…great. At this point I'm thinking it's time I call it a day. Jump back on and the bike starts with the ghost shifting. Almost out and I ride over a fresh pile of dog shit, back tire and stays covered in crap..dogs can be so inconsiderate..:lol:
Today was not a good day for a ride.
Kids!!….a moment of pleasure..a lifetime of pain.