Snuck off to Smiths Gully for first look late afternoon last Friday. Found some of the trails, and talked to a ghost wheezer (on the list, member of the mtb for yarra mob) who I met out there who told me where a lot more trail could be found. Some very nice riding indeed. Heading back to car along the singletrack next to Clintons Rd. Cruisey. My nice euro pro Ergon grips with bar ends doing the job. Nice comfortable, loose grip, no death grip going on round here. No sirree.
Little sapling by the trail. Brush it. Bang. whips along the grips, as often happens. But it gets pushed into that point where the grips and the bar ends meet, tight little corner that. And a couple of little leaves, branches, whatever snag. Whips around my bars and I’m on my arse. Actually really my wrist. And leg. Roots, dirt. Bit of blue air there for a while, with some choice words directed at Euro bling bar ends.
Anyway, after two lots of x rays the best I’m told is I’m half pregnant (might be fractured, might not be) but the fine profession has finally decided I need a half cast on. The only good thing about that is I reckon I can ride the road bike to work wearing it.
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