The bad: Broken hand that will almost definitely require surgery, I'll find out on wednesday.
The good: Amazing day at Snowshoe. Prescrption for Percocet.
Went to snowshoe for the opening weekend of their DH season. Yesterday turned out to be a perfect, sunny day. It was a bit muddy early on, but the sun dried things out nicely, making for a perfect day. Anyway, we rode most of the new freeride trails, then went over to ride the DH stuff. The old pro course has a fun series of drops that I've done quite a few times. The second drop requires you to ride up onto a rock, make a 90 degree turn, and drop about 4 feet to a steepish downhill. I fudged the approach on my first try, so I impatiently ran back up to try again, but I had to wait for my friend to hit it. He hit the turn, hesitated, causing him to pull up too hard and bust his ass upon landing. He hurt himself, but it didn't look too serious, so I sat and waited anxiously for him to gather himself and move his bike. I really wanted to hit it while I still had mental momentum going, but I think I must have rushed it because I ended up going off the drop sideways, causing me to get tossed off and slide across the rocks on the side of the trail. I managed to split my knee open through my knee guard, and I snagged my hand on something, breaking it.
I'm mostly pissed because despite succesfully doing this drop many times, it's also caused me the most wrecks. During the NORBA race last year, I watched hundreds of guys hit it and saw very few of them wreck. So, it frustrates the hell out of me that it did me in. Needless to say, that trail will be my first destination when I'm able to ride again.