BurbleChaz

I have been hurtling around dangerous trails for months. Neither venomous snake nor dangerous corner, lurking spider nor risk of pain has slowed the bike. Until today. Now, the bike can no longer be sold as 'Never Crashed'.

We took the bikes out of the car at Lysterfield Lake Park, put the bits back together and pottered off around the lake. For a change, we swapped saddles and rode each other's bikes. The sun was shining and the forecast promised 30C. We rode around the park, and did the central section of the middle trail. Then we split up for a few minutes and I hammered up to Native Track before dropping down fast to the top of Middle Buckle Trail. We stormed down the first bit, whooped over the intersection and sterted the long descent. I burbled over the first big jump, while The Sensible Cyclist took a closer look. With a tiny bit of encouragement, she went back a few metres, dropped to the jump, rose over it, slammed the front anchors on and rotated gracefully over the bars. Epic endo with face-plant. She fell about over two metres straight onto her nose. My bike fell on top of her.

I dropped the (running) video camera and ran to console, comfort and count teeth.

After a few hours of Nurofen, beer and rest, the damage seems to be non-fatal. Huge bruises, grazes that meet on the other side and an excuse to behave like an invalid seem to be the major symptoms. Sympathy and care are being delivered in equal measures with beer.

I deleted the video. Honest.