First Fall on My Mountain Bike
- Nadean Music
- Jul 3, 2022
- 3 min read
If you have ever enjoyed any sport, you know that at some point, a fall is going to happen. I am proud to say that I had my first fall on my Mountain Bike. Fortunately, it wasn't a horrible one—a fall. My friend and I were riding on a dirt road heading toward the small stream that crossed the road. I watched Jaimie as he made his way smoothly through the creek and up the other side of the bank. I have made this crossing at least three times before with no problems. Not this time. I didn't slow down or make any changes as I headed down the small wide road towards the creek, hit the water, and lunged forward, hitting a rock, which threw me further off balance trying to regain my balance and crashed right into the bank on the other side, bike flipping and landed on top of me. My first reaction...SHIT! I hope no one saw me. Then the mad dash to get the bike off me as fast as possible. Because I didn't want anyone to see me, the handlebars were crossed, and one of my legs was caught in the handlebar. It took me a few seconds to untangle myself from the mess. Of course, here comes Jamie asking me if I'm ok, then he started laughing when he saw that I was ok and was laughing at myself. Only a few minor scrapes and full of mud. Standing in the stream, rinsing off, and laughing was a great release.
