Diane keepin' her pimp hand strong...
Instant Karma is a bitch. There is a sweet piece of single track not 2 minutes from my house. About a year ago, the local park closed up this section from bikes and horses to let it heal. Truth be told, the horses had made the trail unridable by anyone riding when it was too wet, and the trail had become a tromped over muddy mess.
Anyway, it's been over a year, and I was interested to see what condition the trail was in. I left the house at 5:45am, and cruised to the trail head, made the decision to poach the trail, and bombed down the hill. I cruise around a big swoopy corner and feel my head yanked back, as it some one was trying to take my head off. I slam on the brakes and stop, realizing a briar vine had come across my face. Just 10 minutes earlier I was sleeping, dreaming of riding in a van with Scooby Doo, and now I'm in the woods with 3 thorns in my eye lid.
I did what any self respecting Spot Brand Whore would do, pulled the thorns and rode for another hour or so. Issue is now I look like Diane was keepin' her pimp hand strong on me. My eye is a little swollen, although not sore. Lesson learned, wear eye protection, it's all fun and games until you get a thorn in the eye. Poach a closed trail, take a thorn in the eye lid... Yikes...
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