Flying thru the twisty track.
Chasing Blond Afro.
The twist and the turns.
Pure Delight.
Tight.
SingleTrack.
Was the Order of things.
Slippery Leaves, Whipping Branches.
Carpet Nipps sends one branch flying, seemingly for my shorter make up
at face level.
I cut wide to miss it...
Cut the trail brush to hit the fastest apex of the corner.
Within the brush.....
A stump....
Sent me front end over end
But me. I didnt let go of the bars at all, as Me and my bike rolled in one big ball...Of dust....and convulution...
"RIDER DOWN!" Jonesy Exclaimed...
But I was fine... Down, but not out...
Gathered my things, Re threaded the Chain...
And continued the ride....
Mental Note...
Unless I know the trail, dont attempt an apex slashing bushwacking switch back cut...
Take care,
Laters,
The NaKeD InDiaN
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