I was in the Bike Park at Sherwood Pines on Friday, avoiding the Royal Wedding (or so I thought). On the left side of the park, there are some nice deep rock-lipped bombholes that I like to have a go at. They are close together and one nicely leads to the other. The second one is about 12 feet deep and narrow.
I had just completed the first one when I saw a bottle on the trail. I avoided riding over it, but this put me off my intended line. I sailed over the edge and instead of landing half way down the face, in line with the exit, I landed on the sloping right hand side of the bombhole about four feet from the bottom.
OOOOFFF! The impact between my entire right side and the side of the hole drove the breath out of me. My knee and elbow pads and my helmet took a lot of the impact, but I was stunned for a few seconds. I lay in a crumpled heap in a tangle of bike and limbs as I did a mental inventory of how much of me was broken. Then I thought I heard another rider coming! God, I was right in the landing zone! Thought of bodily damage disappeared as I scrambled to get me and bike out of harm's way. But there wasn't anyone, it must have been noises in my head.
Thoroughly shook up, aching all down one side, and with a ricked neck, I cut short the visit and rode the 4 miles of red route back to the car park. This morning, I can only function if I keep my right elbow pressed against my side. The physio is shut until Tuesday.
And all because some tosser couldn't be arsed to even take the effort to throw his rubbish into the bushes!