Well, I may not be riding much this week but I am definitely feeling it. I had been on a string of good luck, but it has ended. I am all about crashing lately. It started a couple weeks ago on Bonneville South. I hit the rock and just went down. I figured okay; it happens periodically and it had been awhile. Well, then on Tuesday I was riding up Provo Canyon. I had climbed up Betty's and was heading down towards Dry Canyon. I did not see it but apparently there is a root that is angled just right. It can stop a 29 inch wheeled bike cold. I flew off and the bike flipped land essentially right on its head. I was riding by myself and no one was around to witness the fiasco luckily. I brushed myself off. I was just a bit scrapped but no biggie and the bike was fine.
Last night was, hopefully, the culminating crash. I was warming up for Wednesday night race at Sundance. On a smooth section of hard packed trail, my bike wandered to the left and my front wheel fell off the trail sliding right out from under me. I went down pretty hard. I am not sure how fast I was going but you can carry a descent speed through that section. I landed on my right elbow, shoulder and hip. I have some good "road rash" on my arm, an abrasion and what I anticipate will turn into a bruise on my hip. My knee hit my bike and something--maybe my handle bars--hit my thigh. I was defeated. I limped down the mountain and sat the race out. Luckily I had not registered yet.
Needless to say, I am a bit apprehensive about Saturday. Hopefully, this streak is done. Each crash has increased in intensity and I fear what the outcome will be if it is not.