Yesterday afternoon, Grogan (my best friend since kindergarten) and I went to Land Between the Lakes to ride mountain bikes...and once again I ate some dirt. For those of you who have been in wrecks before, time seems to slow down before you hit the ground. You know what's coming, and there's nothing you can do to stop it...but there's this Matrix-like moment where a split-second becomes an almost eternity. It's like Shark Week on the Discovery Channel where they film those great white sharks breaching the surface as they go after a seal decoy. What, to the human eye, lasts for only a second...is slowed down to a crazy 2000 frames per second, so that every drop of water is seen in vivid detail.
I don't like wrecks, and I especially don't like the sore feeling I'm experiencing today, but I do like the fact that you can learn lessons from anything. Moral of the story for me: It's always nice to have friends that'll go get the truck and pick you up after you plaster your face on a trail. Thanks, Grog.
Hmmm.....someone going to get Grogan's truck after your face meets the ground. That sounds really familiar.
ReplyDeleteahh. what a memory. happy belated b-day btw.
ReplyDeleteI had an experience like that except this woman behind me kept laughing.
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