Face art

The art of competing, no matter what the event, can be a masterpiece sometimes. Then, in this case, it can turn out to be a little painful.
Thurs. night short track turned out to be more of a lesson in overcoming the sight of blood and numb mouth. Quite dramatic actually, blood dripping down my chin and dotting the top tube of my One9 with Picasso like strokes. All this from a stupid little off-cambered high speed corner that my front tire decided to quit on. Sending me face first into the single track. I soldiered on though, still taking the "W".
After spending 3 hrs. at the hospital last night, and 4 stitches later, I'm ready for a rest day....photo courtesy of Blackberry.