So there I was, killing it near last place, cruising around the course. Whilst I contemplate my next section to crush on, I was paying little attention to the barrier I was about to hop over. I mean, I knew it was there, but my brain didn't tell my legs to hop high enough. As I was going over the my right foot clipped the barrier. My bike landed gently on the other side and my face was to follow. As my face intimately met up with my top tube I didn't keep my balance and I fell right to the ground. I realized my nose had become very similar to a faucet and I began freaking out (I actually hate blood and have been known to pass out on occasion). I laid on the course as they yelled "get off the course" until I was able to crawl my way off. Still freaking out by the faucet I once called my nose, I managed to find some nice folks to help me but I wasn't going to finish the race (which actually crossed my mind, cause hey, you finish on the leader lap anyway). I heard it looked "gnarly" but I'm not sure if it was quite captured. Phone calls were made, towels were ruined then I made it to the ambulance. I had to sign a paper saying I didn't want the ride and had the BF drive me scaring the people next to us in traffic with my facial improvements. All in all, it's broked and I'm probably not racing coyote point.
