A friend of mine once told me that when cowboy gets bucked off of a bull really hard it's called getting chili-whopped. Well, last night I got chili-whopped. I was riding my bike though, not a bull. Nonetheless, I got chili-whopped.
Last night was the Rim Trail Race (part of Aspen Cycling Club's Town Series Races). It's a fairly quick mountain bike race with some wicked single track. I was riding well and had finished the last climb. I'm bombing down some single track and take a right hand switch back when my front wheel washed out on me...BOOYAKASHA! Next thing I know I'm head first in to the dirt. Yep, chili-whopped! I got up looked to my right and saw stars, looked to my left and saw my bike with the handles bars completely cock-eyed. I tried to bend them back, but no luck. I rode the rest of the way down with both my head and my handle bars a little off. Oh well, such is racing sometimes.
The drive home was interesting. I was still pretty foggy from the wreck. It was almost like being drunk and just wanting to sober up...not a great feeling. I almost pulled my car over and called my boy Red to see if he would pick me up on his way home from the race. I was contemplating this for a while I guess, because the next thing I knew, I was pulling into my driveway.
I got up early this morning and got back on that bull. The ride this morning was tough, but I love being out in the early morning on my bike so it was nice. Everything is so quiet and peaceful. I truly am blessed to live in such a beautiful place and to be able to do the things that I love doing. Even if it means a few minor concussions along the way!
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It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt
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I'm not exactly sure what chili-whopped means, but I'm pretty sure it's something that I used to do to you on a regular basis when we were growing up..."you take the red and white boxing gloves, I'll take the brown ones". I like to think I personally had a lot to do with your riding (and crashing) success.
Anyway, you've always been one to get back on the bull. Good luck with the training!
-Scrappy's big brother
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