injury update:
went to see physician, the bitch says, you have got a thickness burn translates into a bad 2nd degree. Turns out I may be in need of a skin
graf.....what the fcuk! Just my poor ass luck I suppose. My ride wasn't even worthy of such a classic injury! Fcuk me.
I had heard a lot of rumors while this courses was being built, none of which I really believed. I never thought that the racing officials would ever put in anything like this. No, not in a racecourse. But here it stands, like some dark Gothic Tower standing over the valley of evil itself. We stood with their bikes off to the side on a muddy platform meant as an easy way around. Even this route was sketchy. There we watched in awe, as rider after rider hurled themselves off the drop with mixed results. I couldn't let the fear buildup inside me any longer. Every hair on my body was standing straight up as I tried to imagine myself going over this nightmare in one piece. I finally convinced myself that I have to do it now or the fear would get bigger on the next trip up. If I rode up the lift with this on my mind, I think I would spontaneously combust! I turned around to grab my bike, and hike up to do the drop, and that's when my heartbeat hit the roof. God, denial is such a wonderful tool. I'm not going to kill myself; I'm not dropping this 5-foot gap into a 100-foot berm… but drop I did, and live I do.