I should have known better.
I trashed it pretty bad. Still swollen, still sore, still can’t put weight on it or bend it. It feels terrible. I lost the front end on a rooty off-camber downhill and landed with my left knee twisted under me, and it popped, and then the bike tipped over on me and it popped again. I had to be helped up and half carried back to the truck—I couldn’t even stand. I was just kicking myself too because a second knee brace for that side was the next thing I was going to order.
And for all those “I-told-you-so” people, bite me. I didn’t have the money. I KNOW it’s cheap insurance but if I don’t have the money, I don’t have it. Sorry for the attitude there but I’ve already heard it enough.
I’m pretty upset. I’ve been riding like crap lately anyway. I got a good start off the line and passed a few gals (There were 12 of us on the line! WOW!) in the first corner, and a few more in the first section of the track. After that it got nasty. The mud was greasy slimy crap that packed up your tire and there was no traction anywhere. I couldn’t pick up my bike when I fell because when I’d go to lift it, my feet would slide out from under me. It sucked. I wasn’t having that great a day even before the crash but after that I just wanted to cry (I didn’t though).
Why do I do this? Please remind me.