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      I can’t stand wearing a camelback. I overheat, almost instantly.
      I use the cages, and a regular hiking fannypack. I fill the fanny pack with conventional water bottles, and whatever else I need. I have a mtnsmith pack that has a narrow strap to help support the weight, when I’m fully stocked with water.
      I got the wife a fannypack style bladder type thing. I’ve never tried it.

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      1 funny
      Riding rocky singletrack near FtC, CO. Got front tire stuck on a step-up. Refused to step out of the pedals. Kept jamming on the pedals, expecting to eventually get over the step. Never got over the step and bashed my hip really hard. I knew I was going to have an impressive bruise. Following my usual MO, I jumped up and kept riding. After the adrenaline wore off, something was really irritating the hip on every turn of the pedal. Stopped. Pull the shorts away from my hip to assess the damage, and there are ~50 big/thick prickly-pear thorns stuck thru the shorts into my hip. 😀 Spent ~10min standing in the trail with my pants partly pulled down, pulling thorns. Finished the ride. Found a few more thorns when I got home.

      2 All my bad crashes happen when I hook the front tire on some obstacle while looking way down the trail, prepping for the next obstacle. My brain refuses to admit that I’m going over the bars – it’s NOT happening. Eventually the front tire is going to make it over. Ha.
      The Example: Maxwell trail just west of FtC. It’s got a few super rocky sections that I usually hit at fairly high speed. I’m prepping for one spot with a slot where rocks on both sides are about chain-ring high, and narrower that the pedals. I pull the stunt above, going over the bars before I get to the slot (to this day I have no idea what the front tire hung on). I refuse to let go of the bars until it’s too late to do a decent job of breaking my fall. I land chest first on some irregularly shaped rocks. Oooof. Ribs, knee, and crash elbow all hurt, with blood in a couple of spots. I jump up, and start riding. At the next serious obstacle, I realize I’m having trouble concentrating due to the pain in my elbow. I stop for a couple of minutes. A group of riders, going the other way, stop and ask me if I’m ok (I’m so covered in dust that it’s pretty obvious that I was on the ground). I tell them I’m ok. They give me the “I don’t believe you” look, and ask a couple more times. Finally, I get them to continue on, and manage to ride back to the car. Putting the bike on the rack proves to be a real struggle – my elbow really hurts. After the ride, I’m supposed to go pick-up my son at a friend’s house. As I start driving, I realize that I should call and ask them to bring my son to our house, because I feel so bad that I need to go straight home. I dial the cell phone with my left hand, and then realize that the elbow has swollen so much that can’t get the phone to my head – not even within a foot of my head. I have a mini-debate with myself about the wisdom of driving with the left hand while driving with the right! I pulled over. In the end, the elbow was just a bad bruise. The cracked ribs proved to be the longer term pain in the tail.

      3 my favorite crash of someone else (back in the 90s)
      My buddy Tom on Klondike Bluffs in Moab. You say “Klondike Bluffs? I take my kids on that trail.” Yeah, that’s what the folks at the emergency room said too. We’ve got some extra energy after the major ride of the day. We head to KB to check out the dinosaur tracks and the views. On the ride back down we’re flying down the slickrock. Tom manages to find what must be the only big pothole on the whole trail (it’s nearly impossible to see from the uphill side). Tom flys off the uphill side and totally tacos a wheel on the downhill lip of the pothole. The tire blows, sounding like a shotgun, and Tom is bucked back into the pothole with the bike on top. The pothole is 4+ feet deep and completely filled with water. Tom hucks the bike out of the water, and stands in the water emptying out his pack and making fun of himself. The best part is the camera which spews water everywhere. Just then we realize that Tom’s spewing blood from a wonderful chain ring gash above his eye. For grins, we convinced the ER folks to shave his eyebrow while they stitched him up. Tom and his bike rode the next day.

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