and on Saturday, bloody sprockets

I went down to Holliston, MA today to do a little mt biking in a trail system that is affectionately called "Vietnam." Lots of great single track with granite slabs, boulders, baby heads, stream crossings, sand, mud, etc etc etc.

We rode for about three hours. Pace was easygoing. My guide, a fellow whom I know as Splat, had his 11 year old along so that meant lots of rest stops while the young'un caught up to us old farts.

The highlight of the ride was when I rode up a sloping granite slab and stalled at the transition to the flat top. I put down a foot and then slid backwards and sideways down the slab puncturing my calf twice with the big ring on the front sprocket. I could see some of the white subdermal tissue and knew I'd done a really nice job sticking the sprocket into my leg. Being as we are mt bikers we did nothing for the injury and kept riding for another hour and a half.

I got home and cleaned up. It is a nice little injury. It won't win any awards, but it does sting nicely and will probably leave a divot in my leg where I cut away the triangle of skin that was hanging loose.