Your Handlebars

A recent (and a first for us both) trip to Ponca State Park for Adam and I led me to one very evident fact...handlebars are really strong. What led me to this fact you may ask...the golf ball sized bump on my right cheek and the ugly purplish-reddish black eye that I have now. The story goes like this:

There happens to be a really sweet trail at Ponca called "Corps of Discovery", this particular trail has a few really nice "optional" routes that involve you dropping in pretty gnarly-like and make it fun. About 40 yards from the exit of this trail there is an optional route that leads you up to a large mound where you roll over two exposed tree roots and then down a steep decline...which I decided to take. Not only did I decide to take this optional route, but I figured I would take the part that is a sheer 8 foot drop instead of a steep ramp down....well, the Norco loved it but apparently the bars didnt like the idea and swatted me in the face.

This experience was that of a learning one actually. This is what I learned: Although it is imperitive to spot your landing, once you have it spotted do yourself a favor and get your weight over the saddle....not the bars. Also I learned that the digger didnt hurt near as much as I assumed it would, therefore....I will probably get hurt worse sometime in the future. At any rate, Ponca rules and I highly recommend this wonderland.