CRASHING!?!!?!!??!!?
Crashing hurts. The older I get the more it hurts. And because I've been riding a long time, my crashes happen quickly. I don't find myself in slow-motion, "oh-no-what's-going-to-happen?" crashes. I'm riding, and then I'm down. And bleeding.
A good crash reminds me I'm alive. A good crash pegs back my more aggressive tendencies and keeps me safe for months.
Some crashes are funny and help me take myself less seriously. Some crashes put me out of commission for a while, which gives my body a chance to recover, not just from the crash, but also from the daily pounding I give it.
Crashes win you sympathy. And scars.
A crash teaches you where the edges of things are, where you stop and the asphalt starts.
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