So Tyler and I went mountain biking at Hall Ranch today. It’s an absolutely gorgeous place to visit with fantastic geology and fauna. The trail is rated black diamond technical, meaning it was freaking hard! Especially for us noobies wearing PANTS while we biked up and over big rocks and such. I had to get off my bike numerous times because I either: didn’t have enough momentum to get over a large rock or, my back tire would get stuck while my front tire was about to climb over a rock. We stopped about 3/4 of the way up as we were beat and this was our second official mountain biking outing.
On the way down, which was much more fun by the way, I fell off my bike FORWARDS and toward THE GROUND. I was actually barely moving on my bike when my front tire got lodged between two rocks and my leg was kind of trapped under my bike. Now I have a fairly large bump on the side of my right knee and it hurts to bend below a 90 degree angle. I can still walk though, so praise the flying spaghetti monster that I didn’t break anything (I think).
Last but not least, Tyler noticed on the way down that my buttocks region of my jeans looked like I had “taken a shit”. There were some muddy parts on the trail and my tire must have flung some mud into my ass as I was standing up on the ride down.
