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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Blood Money...

Given enough time, every mountain biker is gonna crash. Just ask Jess, who knows better than most that those trees don't budge, despite her best efforts. Lucky for us, skin grows back.

Paying the piper, following a string of "look at me I'm a pinball!" type descents...




We were all feeling a little "Lindsey Lohan" as a result of the All-Colorado Beer Festival the night before.


I mean, any time there's an all-the-beer-you-can-drink type event things are bound to get outta hand. And any time I end up dancing to bluegrass for an hour and finally break out in the Hammer Dance the next day is bound to be the bargain basement of training rides.




But nothing gets you over the bad juju like good friends, good trails, and good weather. Well, 3 for 3 there...


2 comments:

Jeff and Hillary (Hurdy) said...

her leg looks worse in person than it does in that photograph.

Anonymous said...

My leg FEELS a lot worse in person than it does in that photograph! Nothing like scraping the skin off an old scar to make the nerves a wee bit unhappy!