Just been pootling along a nice open bit of flat doubletrack. The sort of trail where you often see people riding sans-lid.
I am currently held together with gauze and surgical tape, bruised to shit and generally a bit spaced out having come round a blind corner and had a head on crash with another mountain biker. Neither of us were being silly, we were just on the same trail in opposite directions.
Fortunately, we were both wearing helmets. As we managed to headbutt each other on the way through, it's one of those where you can pick yourself up, brush the muck off and ride on.
Had I not been wearing a helmet, I would no doubt be in an air ambulance by now. Thats the second 'thank God I was wearing a helmet' moment this year.
It could be you next time....