New Frame New Pain

Squid here again
grunt is now home and ready to play, im goin to tough it out anyways, missing a fingernail and all

but he reminded me of many stories that need to be placed on this sight!
here is one of many posts commin up,

I saved my money and finaly got a full suspension mountain bike, this was in 97 by they way
worked my ass off for it too! and so it was the first day i had her, my Iron Horse G-Out, killer bike by the way! and i sill ride it.

i wanted to go riding, and so did everyone else, i think it was me, grunt, marty and smokey. that sounds right, alot of us, we went to our usualy place granby, this trail is great but one small thing that only a few know is that it hooks up with the hiking only trails on the other side of the mountain! But grunt and i knew this, becuase we hiked them and know them and we know that thay make killer mt bike trails.

so we went riding up this mountain, a long hard hot ride, and we made it to the top, had to walk the bike the last 1/4 mile cuz it was not rideable but we made it to the top! what a view, what a time, we ran out of water too, dehydrated i said lets ride down. and everyone was for it. so i hopped back on my bike and went down frist. now remember this is my First time on a full suspenion bike, so take this lesson to heart for frist time riders, go easy the frist day on a new bike.

but not squid, i was good, well i am..... haha not really.... so i started down and the rocks made some stair type formations, i decided to hop the back tire from one to another, ive done it before on a hard tail! but this was a whole new ball game. as i hopped the rear suspension compressed all the way, then it let go. dumbdumbdumb move on my part, i did not asorb the rebound with my legs, insted my knees where locked, and the bike flung me over the bars and made me do three sideways summersalts down the trail of all sharp sharp stiar formation rocks. i ended up cutting both sides, one prity bad, from my spine up to an armpit, back down to aound my belly button. yes there was an ouch involved. but that was not it, after i stoped and was kinda balled up in a wierd position i said to my self, "where did the bike go" then it kindly reminded me it was right there when it fell on top of me. one peddal hit me in the side of the head and the handle bars came all to close to my man hood. then it was over... for me that is, not for grunt though. grunt only heard the scream i let out when i was in the air, marty and smokey saw the whole thing. they said it was a really fantastic crash! i didnt think so at the time and when the swelling started. so i picked my self up and walked to a flat landing where i could get back on the bike.

Then i heard "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH shit shit shit shit shit..... ouch ouch ouch, can some one help me?" this is grunt, he glanced back when i yelled and missed a turn in the trail, a very imprtant turn. grunt went off the side of a cliff 6 feet tall in to a really thick patch of pricker bushes, haha i remember that cuz when he turned around he call me a retard, and i heard that, then i heard the fall while i was picking my self up. by the time i got to him, his bike was being tossed up the cliff and he was climbing back up, carfully, haha that was a sight. we both where so sore at this point and dazed.

ooohhh but this is not the end, there are two more riders that need to crash, and boy did they crash, haha at top speed to. riding down got easier and easier till we all hit the loose rock of the old river bed, that is where it gets fun, the huge slate rock you could go down if you knew how it was great fun, but it was slick, and very very steep. i think i went around it that day, but smokey didnt, he was gunnin for it and his back tire sliped out from inder him, he went all over the place, bike one way and him tumbling after, not to bad cuz at the bottom was more soft dirt than anything, he just got bumps and bruises.

Marty on the other hand had a good spill, he was still in the river bed, in front of me, and i saw the greatest superman that was ever to be. he hit a big rock and his front tire just stopped, i mean dead stop and over the handle bars he went, out straight like superman, i mean he flew at least 10 ro 12 feet before the ground kissed him. and tumbling to a stop some 15 feet later he was all types of broken. cut up from the rocks, bleeding and sand and gravel pushed in to the skin, not to mension a mouth full of pebbles. oh but he survived.

we made it to the car, put the bikes back on top and on back and off home we went. now after a crash you are so hyped up you jump back on the bike and keep going, but if you sit and wait, the swelling and pain sets in, that is why we hate the 15 min car ride home everytime we go out there. oh when we got home we where in all kinds of pain. and my pops was out side, saw the bikes come back trashed and was just shaken his head. then he saw us, and told us to get inthe pool. ohhh that god sent of a pool, how that water was so cool and soothing. we all jumped in clothed and shoes and all. washed the blood and dirt off and saw all the new battle scars we had, some i still have to day! and my dad fliped open the grill and said "ok.... how do we want these cheese burgers gentalmen, mooing or dead and dark."

thanks dad, we all remember that day very well!

Remember, stay conected like ninex
Squid