Mountain Biking is treacherous! Matt and I rode Tiger on Tuesday night and I had a horrid biff. Riding up a distinctly non-technical section with a steep drop off the left, I somehow got off balance and started falling - to the left! I tumbled down the hill into a stickerbush festival, and landed with my arse on a stick. Ow. A bit stiff and sore that night, but my bruised pride was probably the worst of it. Rest of the ride was (luckily) uneventful.
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