a mostly excellent ride
October 4, 2010
I think I might have figured out this irony thing. It’s not ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.
It’s more like me reading all about concussions in football, worrying about Ian playing football, sending an article about concussions to a friend who’s son is playing football. And then going riding today and knocking myself out.
I snuck out of work a bit early since it had rained early afternoon, and I thought I had a window. But I arrived home in a steady downpour, so Holden and I popped in a movie. But he got bored, and the rain stopped, so I snuck over for a quick Rush/Ghost/Canyon.
Rush was perfect from the rain, and I high-fived myself as I exited the last whoops, but the high speed Pipeline exit to Canyon was a bit slick. As I came into the final bit before turning uphill on Canyon, I slipped on a particularly muddy spot, the wheels went left and my face went right.
Right into the ground. All I remember is the slip, and the ground coming for my face. I have no idea how long I laid there, but when I sat up, my left knee was caked with mud (and a bit of blood oozing out of it), and all the vents on the right side of my helmet were filled in like I was wearing an adobe helmet. And I may have dislocated my right pointer finger.
Oh, and my clear glasses were missing. I never did find them.
Of all the days for the normally well-trafficked corner canyon to be utterly deserted. There was nothing for it but to finish. Up Ghost, down Ghost, and up Canyon.
All in all, an excellent ride. At least the part I can remember.