There is only one other time in my life where I have fallen and not been able to control my fall. I landed in the ER after locking up on a frontside air (this was a famous backside by Miller and mine was frontside but you get the picture) and whacking my head. This past weekend I was about 3 hours into a 6 hour race (really a ride for old farts like me who have not business racin) and was confused to which way to roll on the trail. I decided to sit on the trail for awhile and fellow racers rolled by and asked if I was OK. I was and walked my dazed head out of the woods. Bummed because this is the 4th race in over 20 years of bike racing that I have not finished. Ouch. It was the right choice but it still stung. Digging for answers of why it happened has me thinking that my reflexes are slowing, I suck at bike riding, I was dehydrated and not paying attention or it was just time for my number to come up. Just for confirmation I do have a chew in.
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