So we go for a more extended MTB ride today, to the top of Goosepond Mtn, a 1200' ridge here in Chester, NY. It gets technical climbing and descending, etc., lovely views, the works. You know, way over my pathetic roadie head, and my pal (one of my employees) is consistently waiting for me (he's been a hard core MTBer for 15+ years, I'm a roadie who rides an MTB occasionally). I'm standing off the bike as we take a break on the rather technical and dicey single track descent. I'm on relatively flat ground, and lose my footing, keel over and NAIL my right thigh on a root or rock (still don't know which).
Now I have a friggin massive contusion in my quad. I don't know if I can ride my friggin road bike it's so sore. We'll see.
This MTB **** is dangerous. More like I'm a menace to myself and all around me when I step within 3 feet of my MTB. Fortunately nobody was hurt by me. Tonight I needed a hit off an MTB Doobie, but we didn't have any. Oh well. I'm tripping on Advil and chocolate tonight.