Quote Originally Posted by Artisan View Post
Sounds like you are on a hardtail... I didn't see you mention if you were or not. I didn't care for mountain biking too much till I got my full suspension, it makes a big difference.
why yes....it was a hardtail. BF's old bike (about 12 yrs old). The front suspension is shot too. BF rides a dual suspension now b/c, well, he had problems with the mean red bike (devil bike).

chick - damn right I have some good battle scars. I think it's pretty funny though, that, as tough as I want to be (and pretty much am) as soon as I hit the ground, opened my eyes, looked around, registered that I was alive, etc....the tears forced their way to the surface. (does estrogen cause this?)
BF was ahead of me, and I heard him go, "Uh oh I heard that. Did you just go over the handlebars?"
I didn't say anything - still in shock I think, and then as soon as I saw him walk towards me, laughing, out came the water works. He said (through chuckling) "you're ok". I stood up and said, "I know" (sniffle sniffle).

Then we both started picking the leaves out of my ponytail and wiping the mud off of me. Of course I started laughing through my tears after that, but I think it just scared the be-jesus out of me. First bad fall on the snowboard happened the same way, only we wiped away snow.

Why do I feel the need to do these things to myself?