Tacos were sounding good today. I went to Alpine to take some more flight lessons.
So I’m calling this a successful jump and landing, with a really bad bit of trail riding immediatly afterwards. My biggest mistake was not really looking at the landing closely before jumping. I have done that jump before but did not take notice of a rut that had developed after the rains and was just chilling there in the shade. If I had I would have made more of an effort to not to go as far left as I did. I really thought I was just going to scrap the bushes a bit and keep on riding.
Here are some shots of the aftermath.
This one taco deluxe!
I thought for sure I would be walking out of there as it was firmly in the hella jacked range.
Surprisingly enough I found that after showing the wheel some luving Ike Turner style, it was okay enough to get rolling again.
One thing is for certain, I confirmed that I am getting the full 160mm out travel out of my front fork. I got a scrap on the my thigh just above the pads and I aggravited an old injury to my right shoulder a bit. I even managed to hit a few smaller things on the return trip back down the mountain but a latter inspection revealed showed that this rim is going to have to be put out to pasture.