Today Rich, Lyndon and I went mountain biking. Not Houston mountain biking. Colorado mountain biking. As in, we rode the ski lift up 2,300 feet with our bikes and then rode all the way back down to the village. It took about an hour and a half.
Here I am faking a crash. We thought it would be funny.
Here I am face down after a real crash. Rich was taking a photo before he even thought to ask about my well-being! I’m ok, but my knees each have a lump and I suspect they’ll be sporting some lovely bruises tomorrow.
I gave my presentation this morning and it went very well. Of the six papers in my session, mine drew the biggest audience which I have to admit was a nice little ego boost. I got some good questions that I was able to answer, so all in all, things went very well.
Tomorrow it’s back to Houston. It feels like I’ve been gone for a very long time.
(sees the 1st picture) Cool!
(sees the 2nd picture) Oooooooooh!
(sees the 3rd picture) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Congrats on a successful presentation. Sounds like you are enjoying the mountains!
Dude. It looks kind of flat where you crashed. And well paved. What’s up with that?
That’s the sad part — it *was* pretty flat. But the trail was very gravelly, and as I turned a 180 corner, my back tire fishtailed.
That’s so sadistic, faking a crash. The real one looks cool! Congrats on the battle bruises. Be sure and post pics of those (if appropriate). 🙂
Hey Rocket Scientist,
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