Yep,it was one of those situations where you're grateful to have it.Basically an eroded rock trail in the middle of two straight down rock faces.It was sort of one of those"hold my beer and watch this" situations.About 3/4 of the way up,the front wheel got kicked up at the same time the rear grabbed traction and put me almost past the balance point.Fortunately,drawing on my years off off road experience,nerves of steel and superman like reflexes,I was able to implement my usual solution-primarily "feet off and flailing"At any rate,I ended up on the bike,not quite 90' to the hill with the front wheel just on the trail and the rear on the edge of a 10' drop to a rock pile below and my left toe on the edge the same.As the Berg was a left side kick,I would have been in hard shape if not for the estart.At the time,for some reason,I flashed back to my mothers words of years before-"now just sit there and think about what you've done."Anyway,eventually I started the bike,eased myself ahead while watching the back wheel and when it was fully on the edge I tipped the bike into the hill and jumped off spread and dug in my claws and toes looking much like I was trying to mate with the rock face I suspect.I then crabbed to the front wheel of the bike and pulled it on the trail then dogged it back down and rode around like everyone else.As for what my riding buddies were doing at the time,I'm sure they would have helped but seemed to be incapacitated by some sort of shared hacking,gagging,convulsive fit.That's what they said anyway and I couldn't really doubt them as they all seemed to have tears in their eyes as well.Looking back,I'm not sure why I ride them at all..... >:(lol.
