It seems obvious, right? Don't derby with your wife. Bad things can happen. And they did.
We were just finishing up a great ride in corner canyon. It was the last climb up Canyon Hollow. 30 seconds from the top, I could smell the finish line. I don't know what came over me. Maybe too many races last week left me in race mode. Maybe it was just instinct but I felt the urge to make a pass on the single track. There was a slight opening to the left. Enough room to surge and get around with little or no bumping (I don't recall any bumping but my wife remembers an elbow bump). The point is, I made a sweet pass only to look back and see Rachelle on the ground. One foot still clipped in.
Don't derby with your wife. She won't like it. I promise.
But you know what? She looks good with some MTB scars on her arms. Real good.