I set off at 4:30pm on what will likely be my last bike ride in Massachusetts. I headed to Massasoit State Park, just four miles away, and the scene of many biking memories over the past year. I’ve likely ridden about 200 miles within the confines of Massasoit…
So there I was, hydrated and loose, in the blue mountain biking top, cruising to the Six Feet Under Volume 2 Soundtrack – “Breathe Me” was ripping through the iPod, I was headed down hill. Life was good, when suddenly…
WTF, where is my bike?
I had been looking too far down the trail and had drifted too far to the right, caught a stump on a pedal, which brought the bike to a near halt, tossing me over the handlebars and into a nice roll into the brush – I ended up about eight feet from the bike.
No major injuries.. just some scrapes and alot of dust and dirt.. even some leaves ended up in my shorts…
So I got up, dusted myself off, and did the best thing I could.
I rode on.
