In what some of you will call poetic justice - I went on yet another MTB ride in the desert with some expert riders in 'winter' weather, ie 20 dgerees and blue sky.
Feeling invincible fuelled on Red Bull shots I grabbed some air on a technical descent following them. Quickly followed by going over the bars and down the side of the mountain.
I now look like I've had a fight with a bag of cats and my right knee is shagged.
Supposed to fly to Southern California tomorrow morning to train the Atherton clan. I can always just shout at them, its what I normally do anyway.
At 37 I clearly don't bounce as well as when I was 27, or 17.