rock on.

the good ol' days are back! andy and i rode crenshaw last nite, something we used to do weekly (BEFORE he got married.. (just kidding, meg...)). when we ride together, we tend to push each other a bit, and ended up riding a trail that we hadn't attempted in a long time. and yeah, this time i crashed.

which was cool. it was a good spill, by the way. i'm sure you would have enjoyed it. caught an edge, handlebars locked left, i was thrown right, and landed off the side of the trail in a big bush-type-deal. not a bad fall, though my elbow did graze a boulder pretty good on my way down. a good friend of mine, with much medical experience, said it might be good to get some stitches... stitches? who needs stitches when you can use bandaids? besides, you get a longer lasting scar without those pesky stitches...

new wounds, more scratches on the bike, and another memory with meadors and i hitting 20-23mph on singletrack...