CarlS
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Thought I would start a new thread rather than highjack the Butt-Pucker R-rated RR thread. but it got me thinking about how my mind works and at what point the panic alarm in my brain send the signals to my body to quickly dismount. Sometimes triggered by the technical difficulty or the penalty for failure but mostly the combination of the two. For example: a short story about riding the North Umpqua Trail in Oregon a fears ago which I believe has permanently wussified my brain. The trail follows a shale cliff along the river's edge and a fall from certain parts of the trail would result in few to no bounces before you landed in the shallow river bed. Penalty= likely death
So we rode it as an out-back and on the way out I managed to ride this one sketchy narrow section, but then of course on the way back one of the roots sticking out of the embankment looked like it was going to stab me so I went wide and started to go off line and OFF THE CLIFF! Somehow at the last second I was able to dive and grab a small tree, but my bike went over the edge. Lucky it came to rest only a few feet from landing in the river. It took me about 45 minutes of hiking to retrieve it. So anyhow, ever since then I'm just not as excited to ride exposed cliff edge type trail. I tend to bail out sooner these days and take the walk rather then pay the penalty.
So we rode it as an out-back and on the way out I managed to ride this one sketchy narrow section, but then of course on the way back one of the roots sticking out of the embankment looked like it was going to stab me so I went wide and started to go off line and OFF THE CLIFF! Somehow at the last second I was able to dive and grab a small tree, but my bike went over the edge. Lucky it came to rest only a few feet from landing in the river. It took me about 45 minutes of hiking to retrieve it. So anyhow, ever since then I'm just not as excited to ride exposed cliff edge type trail. I tend to bail out sooner these days and take the walk rather then pay the penalty.