I fought the road and the road won
I have been out of the loop the past few days and I wanted to let everyone know I was okay. I decided on 15th Saturday I decided to take advantage of the unusually warm December weather. It was 65 and dry. The rain was suppose to be coming that night and I quickly jumped on the RC51. I took my usual ride down through Ruth Mountain road and had a great rhythm. The corners were carving well and the bike was running quick. I had my fun and decided to turn around and head home before the rain hit. As I hit the last corner before a little creek I saw a glimpse of gravel. I slowed down and got ready to take the turn. What I didn’t realize was that the gravel I saw was totally spewed across the whole width. It wasn’t just a patch. I began pumping the breaks slightly and sure enough, my back wheel locked and I started to loose control. I saw the farm field in front of me and thought of just riding into the field. Just as I got the bike straight the front wheel slipped on some gravel. That was the last straw and I decided to go airborne. I flipped off the bars and ate the concrete. The bike twirled on by missing me by a few inches. That was that. I blacked out and woke to a group of people standing above me. I tried a few times to walk and get up but kept falling over blacking out. Some amazing people stopped and helped me out, a young guy took me to the ER and the rest is history. ...