We got something to eat. Adam went home and chris and I headed to amasa back. It was still raining, but we figured that Amasa back might be sandy--not muddy. We were right. It was alot of fun. The redeeming quality of Saturday was the warmth. It was wet, but definitely not cold. Notice the puddle behind chris...did I mention it had been raining.

The trail split and chris was ahead of me. He was going left and said I should go right. I was a bit surprised because left looked like it would be easier. He said right though. Usually, I am not very good at left and right this time I did go right. There were these huge rocks and a drop. By the time I got to the drop, I realized my front wheel needed to be pushed further out than I was able to. I was going to go over. I was right. I endo'd slow. My left foot stayed clipped in and my bike landed on top of me. I looked up at chris. here is the conversation:
Chris: I told you to go right
(pause, KC looks really confused)
Chris: Wait, before I yell at you. Are you and your bike okay?
KC: Yeah, I think so.
(KC gets up and spins the wheels and they looked good)
Chris: I told you to go right.
KC: I did go right.
(pause)
Chris: oh, yeah. I meant left. It was just a dirt road.
KC: I was surprised you said to go right.
Chris: Did you have a yard sale?
KC: No, my water bottle just fell out.
After riding a while and thinking about it, I asked Chris never to use the term "yard sale." It just sounds so red neck. He was shocked that I felt this way. He said if that was the way I felt, we were no longer friends and he was done talking to me. I welcomed the silence. It did not last long though, luckily. We decided to turn back after an hour. The endo was like kryptonite and drained me. I had nothing left on the way back. I could not pick my front wheel. Twice I barrelled into a rock and the bike popped out from under me. I was really grateful to get back to the car.
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