Scars are just as cool as tattoos. And if you mountain bike (especially at night), chances are you have your share of natural tattoos.
I got another tattoo last night during the Glenwild ride:
I call it "Flying Dog" not because it looks like a dog with wings but because that is the name of the trail that gave it to me. (By the way, the name of that trail needs to be called "Flying Porcupines". Seriously, we saw 5 porcupines last night).
Of the 8 riders, 5 of us had nasty crashes. The trail was angry last night.
After my crash I sat there and thought....Well, that's just great. Now I have to take a shower before I go to bed. Rachelle would freak if the sheets had dirt AND blood on them when she woke up.