I tried to take a quick mountain bike ride at Banner Forest with a friend today at lunch. Three hours later, I was bleeding, he had what we thought was a broken shoulder and the afternoon was shot (as far as work goes at least).
I was the first of us to biff hard when I lost my grip on a steep descent over a log and fell over my handlebars hitting the trail shoulder first.
But my buddy, on the other hand, had a much more epic wipeout. Not only did he fly over his handlebars at high speed, but he skipped off the dirt road into a ditch under a shrub. As the dust flew insult was added to injury when his bike careened into him.
For a few minutes the pain was so bad he had to sit down to fight off nausea. He was able to ride the dirt road back to the car. We stopped for ice and I took him to the doc for an X-ray.
He called a few minutes to say his no bones are broken. This is good news for both of us. For him for obvious reasons and for me because I can now start making fun of him.