Quite a few years back I was doing some practice for an upcoming enduro on tracks I knew quite well - almost like the back of my MX glove, hadn't counted on the forestry department running a tip truck and a grader over a long sweaper which the weekend before had been nice hard clay with a good camber was now ballbearing gravel with a reverse camber.... Round the previous corner slowish and then gun the engine for a 90kmh sweeper.... ARGGGGG SHIT!!!!!! next thing I know I'm sliding across the track and into the bush with my bike running/tumbling beside me while sliding at about 50kmh I was flipped by something im my path and slid the last 10 meters or so on my stomach. Getting up I dusted my self off looked myself up and down - elbow pads riped off gravel rash on both arms from wrist to elbow, rear body armour pealed back and some gravel rash above the kidney belt (which survived quite well), left shoulder armour riped back and some bruising nothing to worry about , Sidi Royals had saved my feat and ankles(once again thank you $350 well spent), knee protectors and thigh pads took a hammering but did thier job, a few knicks and scratches in the MX pants and a strange colour big grass stain just above the knee. Ow damn there's a small tear just above the knee as well - except it wasn't a grass stain and it wasn't a "small tear" as I found out at the hospital when the nurse put the swab all the way through front to back swiping out all the dirt and grit - it was then I asked for some pain killers! the nurse said it looked for all the world like a star picket (she said she'd seen it a few times before from construction and road workers who sometimes trip over and impale their stomachs on those things -it was about this time my lunch decided it was time to reverse the normal direction of digestion. I never did race that enduro in the end. Sir Angus of the Prune. "I am Sir Angus of the Prune disguised as Robin Hood disguised as Sir Angus of the Prune" AKA: Mark Secker. Perth, Western Australia. PP664