Not that its any consolation but I am forever falling off my Mountain bike.
About ten years ago I was travelling along the Pennine way and got to a very steep and technical descent called Jacobs Ladder near to a small village called Edale in the Peak District. Its so steep, it brings you back down to sea level very quickly in a relatively short distance.
Most mountain bikers dismount and walk down it.
It was a hot sunny summer day with walkers and familys sat all along the hillside eating their sandwiches and watching the world go by.
So muggins here decided it would be fun to have a go at riding it and give the public some entertainment.
As I descended down hill, hitting the tricky rocks and muddy channels, everyone stopped and focused their attention on me.
I had only travelled about 100metres and hit a large rock which sent me straight over the handlebars and I landed on my head. Thankfully I had all headgear and pads on. The helmet absorbed all the impact and ended up squashed down over my eyes!
I got to my feet shaken and shocked, only to be greeted by lots and lots of people from all directions giving me a round of applause.
I took a bow and walked down the rest of the hill with several cuts and grazes. I felt a right tit.
The only long lasting damage was pride!
Moral of the story: Fall offs are part of the experience. Just ensure you have all your kit on.


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