Back in 2006, when I first started, I took a co worker out on our local trail. As we were just yards away from the end of our ride, I started a tight left hand turn a little fast as there was 2 washes to go thru. The first one ok, the second one catapulted me right over the bars, landing the Superman position hands first. A lot of scrapes and blood running down my leg, I got up, dusted myself off and gathered my bruised ego. Wife asked me when I got home, if I enjoyed myself with that sh!t eatin grid on her face! GRRRRR
The next day my left hand would hardly hold my cup of coffee. Off to the hospital for X rays.
4 months later, surgery ( Scapholunate dissociation) and 4 pins. Doc told me the next time my wrist would be froze straight out. Now I’m wearing a reinforced wrist brace when I ride.