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I’ve been searching for something clever to say but all I’ve
succeeded in doing is drawing a blank. Perhaps I’ll get back to something I was
writing about concerning sun burns but at the moment it doesn’t seem as funny
as it was when the idea first hit me two weeks ago.
Maybe I’ll just smear baby oil all over one of my arms and
go out for a ride then I’ll remember what was so funny about sunburns in the
first place.
I suppose a good sunburn is just as much as funny as poison
oak, stinging nettles, saddle sores, road rash, mosquitoes, bees, tics, running
out of toilet paper on the side of the trail or bonking.
Perhaps I can touch upon the comic side of getting lost and
having mechanical failures while riding.
For those who are a bit more adventuresome may I suggest
wild animal attacks, being assaulted by other trail users, or even having your
car being broken into when you leave it in the parking lot.
And who can forget the weather? Searing heat, freezing cold, rain, snow, mud, heat stroke,
hypothermia, because emergency rooms are a laugh riot.
I’ve also ran out of talent so many times I’ve lost count.
I’ve miscalculated jumps, overshot corners, picked the wrong lines, ridden
trails above my skill level, been ejected from my bike by landing incorrectly,
and I’ve been torn off my bike by trying to duck under a tree branch that
snagged on my hydration pack then threw me into a briar patch.
Heck, I’ve been riding off road for over twenty years and maybe
one of these days I’ll actually get a hang of it.
Until then I’ve got familial obligations that promise to
keep me from playing in the dirt for the foreseeable future – and I’ll miss
every minute of it.
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