barrelling down a trail in the Surrey Hills a while back (not racing a friend, honest), bunyyhopping the rain guley that zig-zagged across the trail with increasing boinginess until i got one wrong…
felt the tyre compress
felt the spokes compress
felt the forks compress
felt the stem compress
felt the bars compress
felt the compress
felt all of them uncompress at the same time and fling me and the bike upwards and sideways in one go, had long enough in the air to look at the tree i was going to hit and know it was going to hurt, bounced hard off that tree and into another one and then into the ground to sit in the foetal position for a while making weird noises whilst doing a body systems check
many many things on the bike were bent, i somehow got away with very minor cuts and bruises, i can still see that tree in my mind
either that of fishtailing a road bike between a 4×4 and a flatbed truck going down Ditchling Beacon, or several more…