The idea was spontaneous and would have been good if I had followed it. The forecast looks horrible and my bike was too dirty for the 'bucket on balcony' method of cleaning so the plan was a simple rullpass over to Skatås to use their hose. Pure återhämtning. But for a rullpass why was I still pedalling at normal speed??? Especially since my left knee seemed to be protesting loudly to this rude idea so early on a Sunday morning.

And one can really ask why I decided that a quick trip along my blue trail in Puketorp would also be a good form of återhämtning after a pass yesterday which involved basically no singletrack at all. But it is fun. Well, it was fun. I did manage a rocky downhill this time so I was proud of my super technical skills. When I came to this seriously nasty root section which Sid had taken me through flawlessly every time before, my confidence came back to get me. Yes, a classic 'stuck between two roots' case. And suddenly I was flying over the handlebars.

In this situation one has no time to ponder about landing. You just land. And I can deem several body parts more appropriate for me to land on. For example, my head is well protected. Or my stomach and hands are a pretty practical place also. But noooo...I had to land directly on my right bicep in the same freakin' spot I landed on while skiing.

The scrapes at least provide some marking of where I landed and are probably just a surface thing but underneath fcuking hurts. I do not really think my arm has ever healed and this will set me back again. But perhaps this time I can convince the stupid vårdcentral that I did fall and that they should x-ray me and send me to a doctor that is going to treat it instead of give me painkillers.

But to be positive, my bike is clean and I did pass a motionär on a little hill in a rather ego-crushing way. =)