I look forward to reading these.
As one of WBP's statistics I kept flaunting Darwin with my progression vs. (in)ability, (all while looking like a storm trooper with neck protection). Reversion to the mean occurred and I was repeating my life story every 30 minutes to some poor paramedic in the ambulance on the drive to Lion's Gate hospital to fix a lot of things.
Healed up, went back and only rode trails I was comfortable with. For about two years. Eventually the skills came and the boredom crept in and progression occurred at a proper pace I'd say. So much so that I now love Crabapple Hits and can't wait for the snow to melt. There is a safe way to play this game, it just comes down to suppressing that feral need to ride as well as the pros we so commonly see here.
As a side note, I am very vocal with all my roadie friends that they are fucking nuts to be strapping 10-20 pounds on their crotch and going to war with inattentive drivers. I'll take WBP over that risk any day.