Know Your Limits
Well, I must admit I'm extremely lucky. Last Wednesday, during my camping trip, I had a mountain biking accident. All things considered, I came out better than I deserved. With some family friends, we all drove up the Kimberley ski hill in BC. The plan was to ride down and get ice cream, not a hospital trip. While going down the hill, I was probably going a good 60km/h. With my turn coming up, I grabbed the brakes. Well, long story short, my back wheel locked up and the bike and I flew over the curb. At that time, 50km/h wouldn't be an unreasonable guess. My landing wasn't the softest either, diving headfirst into boulders, about 10 feet down. Even though I suffered no head injuries, my memory of those 35-40 feet in the air is foggy. I just remember being pretty spooked. However, my sister and I deduced by my injuries that I must've done a (pretty sloppy) shoulder roll to break my fall. I guess 12 years of instinct can really come in handy at times like this. To say...