Squirrels are prey and they react as prey would. Prey will tend to move back in the direction they came from, not because it may actually be safer, but because they perceive it to be safer, because they just came from that direction.

That which is the direction… is often the same direction their backside is facing, because they are moving from one location to another… obviously. They perceive the direction they just came from to be the safer route for retreat and therefore when you roll up on one… they may be facing away from the trail and they are perfectly safe from being hit by you, but in their mind… moving back across the trail from the direction they just came is their perceived route to safety to escape.

So as a squirrel often will when you roll up, they will freak out, dart back and forth and eventually run right in front of your front wheel right at the last minute.

So here’s my tip on TRYING to predicting the movement of a squirrel.

Rule of thumb… they will always run out in front of you.

But if you want to try and predict their movement, look at the direction they are facing. Are they facing the trail, or do they have their backside to the trail?

I’ve noticed that if a squirrel is within 3 to 4 feet of the trail and they’re backside is facing the trail… they will most likely run right in front of you at the last moment. But if they are facing the trail with 3 to 4 foot, it’s a good chance they will turn and run in the other direction way from the trail on the same side they are on already… doesn’t mean they will always do this, but it does seem to happen more often than not.

And of course, you never really know if the squirrel had just turned to face the trail and will run out in front of you anyhow… throwing this idea right out the window.

Just something I’ve been mauling over… that’s how many squirrels there are at Sherman. Enough to get you wondering where the hell they all came from and how to avoid them.

As I continued the last two miles of my ride, I noticed that a nice cool breeze began to pick up and the sky was patchy with clouds. A storm was rolling in and it was most likely going to bring rain. Considering the fact that I was already completely soaked from head to toe, I really didn’t mind the idea of getting any wetter. It’s not like it would make a difference to me, but my Jeep’s sides where off, the top was down and judging by the blackness I could see in the clouds and the distant thunder I knew it was going to be a soaker. So I picked up my pace and pushed harder towards the finish.

Riding along a ridge that leads back out to the parking lot, I had about half a mile to go. I was making good time and should be able to get the Jeep’s top up, change clothes and hit the road before the storm hit. Then at least I could find a bridge to wait it out if it’s really nasty.

As I rolled up to the parking lot, I made a bee line straight to my jeep’s bike rack. Next I raised the Jeep’s top and grabbed my clothes out of the passenger’s seat. As I was drying off with a towel I would occasional look up at the coming storm. No problem I thought, I had just enough time to get changed and roll out.

Behind my Jeep, I strapped on an old Kilt I keep handy for parking lot changes. I had my dry shorts on and was pulling a dry shirt over my head as I noticed a dog named “Useless” trotting across the street heading my way to say hello. “Useless” is a Dalmatian and an Icon of Poplar Tent, who belongs to the land owner of Poplar Tent.

The storm was bearing down on my now, the wind was whipping the pines trees back and forth and I knew any minute now the rain was going to dump like a flood. With my shirt on, I quickly pulled on my dry shoes, threw my sopping wet bike clothing in the back of the Jeep, slammed the tailgate of my Jeep closed, secured the swing-away tire rack and turned to make my way to the driver’s seat, while fumbling for the keys. Keys in had I threw up a leg towards the opening of the driver’s seat and began to swing myself into the seat and I hit something… it was Useless! Useless was laying in the driver’s seat of my Jeep.

I looked at Useless, laughed and said, “come on boy, let’s go… you need to get home.” Useless sat up, but didn’t move. Again I said, “come on boy” in a very playful way, hoping to get Useless excited about getting out of my Jeep to do something else. Useless didn’t budge. I then grabbed his collar, but Useless braced himself well and wasn’t going to have that. Just as soon as I let go of Useless’ collar, he moved to the passenger’s seat and sat down with a look on his face like, “what are you waiting for, let’s go!” I then ran around the Jeep to the passenger’s side and tried to pull Useless out that way and like before Useless braced himself and fought me with all his might. I let go and Useless walked to the back of the Jeep and sat down. So I ran to the back of the Jeep, opened the swing away tire, opened the tail gate and called out, “come on boy, we’re going to hang a good time, come on, come on!” Finally Useless jumped out of the back of the Jeep.

I slammed the tail gate closed, secured the swing-away, drizzle was starting to pour down and was quickly picking up to a full blown rain. I was now getting wet, soaked as I turned and ran for the drive’s seat and there was Useless, sitting there yet again, staring at me, grinning. Right then the bottom fell out and I ran to the Poplar Tent shack to keep in the dry. Not that it really mattered at this point, I was sopping wet again. As I stood in the shack, I watched Useless as he stood at the back of my Jeep staring at me wagging his tail, completely dry. I couldn’t help but laugh.

I grabbed a near-by folding chair and settled in while the storm passed by. Ten minutes must have passed by and the worst of the weather was over. The rain dropped off to a drizzle and Useless hopped out of my Jeep and began trotting towards the street, heading back home. I jumped up and ran for my Jeep, but Useless must have heard me moving, because he turned and began running back towards the Jeep. It was a full blown race and I knew there was no way I could jump into the Jeep’s driver seat before Useless arrived.

The faster I ran, the faster Useless ran. It was going to be close, no Useless was going to beat me! We both reached the Jeep’s driver side door at the same moment. Useless was recoiling his legs to launch himself up into the driver’s seat. It was impossible for me to beat him inside the Jeep, but a last minute a thought hit me! I don’t have to beat him, I just need to stop him. At the very moment Useless sprung for the Jeep’s door, I threw my left leg up into the Jeep and blocked him. Useless bounced off my leg, landed on all four and looked up at me. I reached down and petted him on the head, while he wagged his tail. A moment later Useless turned and trotted back across the street to go back home.

I turned and looked my the driver’s seat of my Jeep, the edge of it was soaking wet, just like me. So much for a dry drive home. By this time the storm was completely past and the summer’s heat was beginning to pick back up. It was hot, very hot and I was soaked.

Final Note:

The owner of Useless has allowed mountain bikers to ride on his property for well over 18 years and probably longer than that. I only wish there was more land owners such as he!

About 7 years ago my wife and I decided to go backpacking at Mill Springs in Pisgah, NC. We loaded up our backpacks, took Alex (our golden retriever) and headed off to Mill Springs for the weekend. About two hours later we arrived at the trail head and you could see the excitement in Alex’s eyes… She was pumped up, could smell the stream, new smells… the mountains. Now Alex is a goofy dog and is a lot of fun, but she goes ape shit when she gets around water and considering Mill Springs has something like 5 stream crossings on the trail, she was having a blast! Swimming, rolling in the sand, swimming, covering us with water as she shook off and slinging wet sand and dirt all over the place.

The wife was having fun too, but the stream crossings where a bit cold and she had know idea I was planning to drag her through not just one, but 5 stream crossings before we setup camp. After the forth stream crossing she was ready to call it for the day’s hike and set up camp and to be honest, so was I. We where both wet from Alex’s soggy antics at every stream crossing and we where both ready to kick back and relax.

So we began to search for that perfect spot for the tent. We hiked a bit further and eventually came upon a nice spot that had a great swimming hole and great place to fly fish from too. There was a perfectly cleared pack for setting up the tent too. Not a single rock or root, no lumps or bumps… perfectly flat and smooth. You could have asked for a better place to set up the tent.

I’ve been camping since I was 13 and as usual I studied the area surrounding the place I intended to set up our tent for any hidden dangers. Any dead limbs or trees that could fall on us, any yellow jackets buzzing around, hornets, are we on high enough ground in case there’s a storm in the evening, etc… Everything checked out good! So I walked over to my backpack, reached in and pulled out the tent. As I turned back towards the perfect spot to set up the tent, I was shocked and yelled out “NOooooo!!!!” Alex was taking a giant dump right in the middle of the perfect spot for our tent.

Now this wasn’t one of those turds you could just kick aside or fling away with a stick… it was a nasty pile of mush and lumps, the smelliest thing you can image. It was so bad I about yacked twice trying to scrap it away and I finally gave up when I realized that is had soaked into the earth. There’s was nothing to do, but chose another spot. Disappointment set in and I must admit, I was a bit angry with Alex. So I looked at another spot I had cased earlier and there was a big root sticking up right in the middle that would surely be on my back. I searched further beyond the campsite, nothing. I looked at my wife and said, “we could always back track, but the nearest spot wasn’t that nice and it was a way back.” We both decided, we’d just deal with the root… which meant I’d deal with the root, because I wouldn’t let my wife sleep on it.

With the tent set up, my wife took Alex for a walk, while I would get in a little fly fishing. So I got out my fly rod, installed the reel, tied my fly in the line, and waded out into the stream. I got in one cast and “SPLASH!!!!” Alex hit the water swimming right at me. I looked at my wife and said, “so much for the fly fishing.” I set the rod aside and instead waded around until my legs where numb from the cold water, while Alex ran in and out of the water as my wife threw sticks for her to fetch.

The afternoon passed, we ate dinner, the temperature dropped and we eventually hit the sack. We lay there in the tent talking, and watching Alex who sat outside the tent frantically looking every which way at the strange sounds in the night. At one point we heard something walking through the woods close by, but it continued on once alex growled and later we heard a few Owls that made Alex’s ears pop quite a few times. This was Alex’s first camping trip and she was not use to sleeping out doors and it was obvious she was a bit unnerved by experience of being outdoors surround by all the sounds of the night.

The evening wore on, temperature dropped a little more, the moon was overhead, the wife was asleep, Alex was asleep and I lay there with a knotty root in my back thinking, “Is it 10PM yet, 11 PM, maybe midnight? Surely it has to be at least midnight. What a long night this is going to be!” I lay there wake, a root in my back and stewing over the “TURD” that caused me to be so uncomfortable… Alex’s TURD! GRrrrrrr! I wasn’t a happy camper. But eventually I too fell asleep.

BANG!!! The sound of something that sounded like thunder startled all three of us from our sleep. My wife asked in a worried voice, “What was that?” At the same time we can both hear an angry creaking sound. I tell her, “It’s a tree, a tree is falling!” She ask, “What should we do?” and I tell here, “there’s nothing we can do, we don’t which way it’s falling, there’s no time… pray!” Within seconds the tree was crashing through the limbs around us, we could hear the wind in it’s limbs, I knew it was close, too close… this may be it, the end of us.

The tree hit the ground and we felt the impact in the earth under our backs. The tent shook from the breeze it created, my wife was squeezing my hand so had it ached and Alex had ran for cover under another tree. I laughed, out of relief and told my wife, “It’s okay, we’re okay! Stay hear while I take a look.”

I put on my boots, grabbed a flashlight and stepped out of the tent to investigate. As I turn towards the direction of the impact and saw the tree that had fallen, my stomach knotted up and I about got sick. The shock of what had just happened had began to set in! Had it not been for Alex’s nasty “TURD” we would have been in the other camping spot, the same spot that a huge 2 foot pine tree now lay across. We would surely be dead or dying at this very moment.

I stood there for a few minutes staring at what should have been the death of us both, but by some strange twist of fate and our dog’s bowel moments we where still alive. We where saved by a TURD. I walked closer to the downed tree, curious to see how deep it had settled into the ground. there was not room between the earth and the tree. I then flashed my light up into the surrounding trees for any remaining limbs that may fall and any other trees damaged in the falling of this tree that may pose a danger. I returned to the tent and set my wife’s worries at ease. I didn’t tell her how close we where to death, I didn’t want her thinking over it, it could wait till morning and somehow we where able to fall back to sleep.

At the first crack of dawn we where awake. Out of the tent, I took another look at the tree, it was so close to where we had been in the tent and had landed only feet away. The pine tree still had green needles on it, the bark looked healthy, there was nothing to indicate that the tree would snap and fall. I felt a bit relieved that there was no way that I could have known that this would have happened, I had not over looked a potential danger. It just happened and that was that.

I looked at my wife, bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, we could see that Alex hadn’t gotten much sleep either and I sure as hell hadn’t slept well. We agreed to cut the trip short and clear out. So we packed up and began our hike out. We didn’t say much as we hiked along the trail, but eventually I told my wife, “you know… if it hadn’t of been for Alex, we would be under that tree, we wouldn’t be alive… we where saved by a TURD, how strange is that?” I looked down at Alex, her big fluffy tail wagging and said, “Thanks Alex!” and gave her a good scratching by an ear.

I owe my life, the life of my wife and the happiness that I’ve gotten to experience over the past 7 years to Alex and that’s why I wanted to share this story. I wanted to share this story because it’s strange, it’s funny that our lives where spared by the location of a well place TURD, but more importantly, because it’s the least I can do to thank Alex for dropping the nasty bomb that saved our lives.

Thanks Alex!!! You’re my Hero!

Got in my first winter night ride… well it still might be fall, but it sure as hell felt like winter! Froze my butt off! Okay, it was around 36.8 degrees, for the most part I didn’t get too cold except for my hands and feet. Hit the trail at an average pace. Nothing special or difficult about this ride. Climbs where easy, did pick a bad line once, but that’s night riding. A few sections of the trail where hard to navigate because of the amount of leaves on the trail. It made it very difficult to navigate because the trail blended right in with the trail, but what I couldn’t figure out visually, I was able to recall from memory.

Had a really scary experience while out riding this trail. As I dropped into a shallow gully I saw something drop out of a tree right in front of me… it was a huge Owl and he was headed right at me! As I was rolling towards him and the Owl flying towards me, I yield out “Woo!”, braced for impact and at the last moment the Owl sweeped upward and we barely missed each other. The owl was so close to me that the guy behind me yelled too… thinking he was going to be hit as well. It all happened so fast that I’m not exactly sure how close the Owl actually was to me, but I was certain at the time that we where going to meet face to face. Like I said… at the moment it was happening I was scared I was going to get a face full of talons, but once we had cleared each other, I was really glad to had experienced the moment. It’s not everyday you get to see an Owl flying right at you and get so close and personal.

I have a Ventana El Padrino an within weeks of building her up I started getting chain suck. I checked it out, run through the gears, it had no issues and shifted perfectly on the bike stand. Back out on the trail I got the chain suck again.

Most of my chain suck happened while I was exiting corners while under torque in the middle chain ring. Back in the garage I inspected all the teeth and noticed that the chain wasn’t seating properly on one tooth of the middle chain ring. The tooth wasn’t bent, but it was ever so slightly cupped.

I replaced the middle chain ring with a spare I had laying around and it worked fine for awhile, but it too started getting chain suck. After inspection I found it too had one tooth ever so slightly cupped. I compared the two middle chain rings and the cupped tooth and noticed that the worn tooth was in the same location on both chain rings.

I left the chain sucking middle ring on and went for another ride so I could figure out where my crank arm’s position was when the chain suck started. On every occasion the chain suck started while my right crank was in the 4 o’clock position while under torque.

Two days latter I had a brand new middle chainring installed (same manufacture as the previous two chain rings). Within a three weeks I started getting chain suck again. I compared all three chain rings and they all had the same slightly cupped tooth, same location and it always happened under torque in the 4 o’clock position.

So I switched to a stronger middle chain ring that could take the torque and stress I was putting it under. Since then the chain suck stopped completely and I haven’t had any issues with it what so ever.

I couldn’t take it, three days after I installed the rack I made a little air foil out of a piece of sheet metal I had stripped from an old microwave. I cut it to shape, painted it black and rivited it around the front bar of the rack… this helped and was good for the time being, but there was still a good bit of noise.

You can see my small air foil in the picture below:

I wasn’t satisfied however and began looking for a better solution. So I called the manufacture Kargo Master, but they did not offer anything, looked to Yakima, Thule to see if they made anything that would work, but nothing really seemed to be the right fit. I thought about making a full length air foil like the small I had made.

I finally decided to go with a Yakima Fairing.

So I got on ebay to see if I could find one cheap… I made a bid and won. A few days later it arrived. I tried to fit it to may Jeep, but it was the older Yakima Fairing that was curved slightly on the top and bottom. I wasn’t able to see this in the listing on ebay, but I had a feeling that it may actually be curved on both top and bottom. So I abandoned the idea of upgrading my Jeep and stuck with the small air foil I had made. I ended up installing the Yakima Fairing on my Wife’s Nissan.

Last weekend I finally installed my Yakima bars and basket on my Jeep rack and this was more than my little air foil could handle and there was a good bit of new wind noise from the basket mixed in with the low hum of the rack itself… so back to the drawing board I went. I thought about this for a few days and remembered the Yakima Fairing that I had bought that was now sitting in the corner of my garage because it did not fit my wife’s new Commander either. So I dug it out of the garage corner and began looking at it and how I could make this work.

I took a 4 foot level and squared it to the bottom of the Fairing, scored a line with my knife. I then squared the top of the Fairing with the level and scored it as well. Next I took my Jig Saw and cut the top and bottom along the score mark to square up both top and bottom. Next I took the rubber foot that came off the bottom and fitted it back to the bottom… good it still fit perfectly. I put the Fairing back together and installed it on my Yakima bars and headed for the highway for a road test. It worked great the noise was reduced a good bit and then I hit 30 mph and the thing flipped over the top of my Yakima bar and landed on the basket. So I went back to the garage to figure out what to do next.

While standing in the garage staring at the Fairing trying to figure out how to secure it to my Kargo Master rack without drilling into it, I decided I’d use heavy duty zip ties. But there was one other problem I had noticed before it flipped on the highway… the Fairing sagged between the Yakima arms that fasten the Fairing to the Yakima Bars.

So I jumped in my Jeep, went to Lowes and picked up some heavy duty zip ties and a 3/4″ x 3′ aluminum channel… paid the cashier, jumped in the Jeep and headed back home.

In the garage I got out my drill, pop rivets, and some spare bolts. I cut the aluminum channel to the length I needed to fix it to the Fairing to keep it from sagging in between the Yakima mounting arm brackets. Next I marked the aluminum channel, drilled holes into it and the Fairing every 8″, bolted and rivited it to the Fairing. Next I drilled holes a long the bottom of the Fairing for the zip ties to pass throught and finally I super glued the rubber foot back to the bottom edge of the Fairing. Next, I climbed my Jeep to begin installing it again. I then positioned the Fairing so the rubber boot rested on the front Kargo Master Rack bar. Tighten the Yakima mounting arm braket bolts down and zip tied it to the front rack bar.

In the photo below, you can see how the top and bottom edges have been squared up and where I used the zip ties to fasten the leading edge of the Fairing to my Kargo Master Rack.

In the photo below, you can see how I fastened the aluminum channel to the back side of the Fairing and where the zip tie lock head is positioned.

And below are the final results of the complete install.

So finally I was ready for a road test. I jumped back in my Jeep and headed for the highway. I hit 30 mph on the ramp leading into the highway… nothing to be heard… good. I got to the highway and kicked it… 40, 50, 60… 65…. 70 mph nothing but wind in my face, no noise to be heard other than the normal wind and tire hum you can expect when you’re rollin down the highway with your top down. 75, 80 mph… wow! This thing works great, no vibration, no rack noise, no wind noise from the basket. I fact I believe it is even more quite with the top down than it ever was with out the rack.

I drove for 5 miles, pulled off the highway and stopped in the local park. Dropped the rack back, raised the soft top and re-connected the Jeep rack. Now for the softtop road test. I hit the highway, 40, 50, 60 ,70… 75 mph. Still no noise to be heard and my softtop had less wind slap than it ever has had. Great!!! I headed back home. I got to the garage and installed the side windows, and door uppers… back to the highway, down the ramp, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70…. 75 still no noise! This is the quiestest my Jeep has ever been going down the road. Other than a few wind noises coming from the Jeep and the tires, there is no noise at all coming from the top of my Jeep. This was well worth the small amount of time it took to modify the Yakima Fairing, I’ll finally be able to talk with the wife and friends in my Jeep again, I can actually hear my radio again and my ears are not ringing from the constant hum I had before the Fairing was installed.

If you have a rack installed on your Jeep and have wind noise coming from it, you should definitely look into something such as this to reduce the noise if not eliminate it completely. I hope this helps.

A few years ago I decided to start carrying my mountain bike on the front of my Jeep. There’s a lot of reasons why I wanted to move it up front… less weight on the tailgate of the Jeep, I didn’t like how rear hitch racks wobble around and I didn’t like the tire mounted racks. But most of all, it was the chumps on cell phones and bumper riders who convinced me that carrying the bike in the rear… wasn’t for me.

I spent a few weeks researching various hitch racks trying to find one that fit the bill, but had no luck. So I finally decided, I’ll make my own hitch rack.

So back to drawing board I began sketching out what it would look like, how I’d mount the front fork, how I’d secure the rear tire and what I’d build it from. I did quite a bit of browsing around Home Depot and Lowes for steel, ran through a variety of sketches and nothing seemed to work out financially… everything I came up with was just going to cost way too much to worth the trouble. So I mauled it over for a few months… working it over in my mind and researching tubing options. I finally decided the cheapest solution would be to buy someone’s used rack, cut it up and weld it back to my specs and rack needs.

I then started browsing Ebay for any used rack options. During my Ebay searches I kept coming across “truck Bed Extenders” and they could be had very cheaply. So I found one listed for $24.00 and placed a bid. A few days later I had won it and a week later I had my 2″ square tubing lined up.

With my 2″ hitch tubing lined up, I now had to figure out where to go next in building my bike rack. The Truck Bed Extender sat in my garage for about two weeks while I mauled the design some more and after a lot of thought I had it figured out and on paper.

So I jumped in the Jeep and drove to Home Depot, picked up an 8′ x 1.625″ and a 4′ x .75″ long round steel pipe, some primer paint and flat black texture paint. Next I ran by the LBS and picked up a fork mount and headed back home. Back home I determined how long I needed the 2″ square tubing for the hitch and cut it to length (18″). I then cut the 8′ round steel pipe to 51″ and cut a second piece to 5″. Next I used a saws-all and cut (rounded inward) one end of the 51″ round pipe to except the 5″ fork piece. I clamped the 5″ piece to end of the (51″) piece of round pipe and welding it up for the fork mount. Next bored a (1.75″) hole through both sides of the 2″ square tubing and ground down the rough edges. With my 2″ square tubing prepared, I then slipped the 1.625″ round tubing into the 2″ square tubing and started welding it up.

I now had a nice “T” shaped mount for my bike rack, but I still needed a method to secure the rear tire of the bike. That’s where the .75″ round steel tubing came into play. I cut the 4′ x .75″ steel pipe to (32″) and used a blow torch to heat up the center of the steel and make it easy to bend around my 51″ x 1.625″ round steel tubing. Once the center of the (32″) of steel was nice and hot, I place it under the 1.625″ tubing and bent it around and upward until it was the same width from top to bottom. With the steel hot as it was, it was very easy to wrap around the 1.625″ round steel tubing. I then drilled a .25″ hole through the rear tire mount and bolted it up.

With everything welded up and ready, I covered it with primer and the texture flat back paint I had picked up a Home Depot. The next day I installed the fork mount and used a strap from an older bike rack I had to insure the rear tire doesn’t bounce out of the rear tire mount while going down the road.

All in all I’ve got something like $74.00 wrapped up in the whole thing and it’s stronger than any other rack I’ve ever owned or seen to date. Note: the Yakima Wheel carrier was added after I made this and is not included in the over all Fabrication cost.

About a year ago I came across a guy who owned a Hollywood Pro Rider Rack and after staring at it for about 10 minutes, I figured it may be a good solution for a front mount bike rack too. So I picked one up on ebay and when it arrive, it required a minor modifcation to the hitch tubing and was ready to use within 15 mintues. The Modification I made to it was to take a lenght of the 2″ square hitch tubing I had left over from my “Truck Extender Rack” and mount it to the Hollywood rack instead of the 2″ hitch tubing that came with the Hollywood Rack. I did this because the Hollywood Rack hitch tubing is offset and either set the bike too high or too low once mounted. Using a straight 2″ hitch tubing set it at the right hiegth and worked like a charm.

Here are some snap shots of the rack and my material list:

8′x1.625″ round steel tubing (Home Depot)
4′x.75″ round steel tubing (Home Depot)
Can of Primer and Textured Flat black spray paint (Home Depot)
1 - .25″ Nut/bolt with two washers (Home Depot)
Truck Bed Extender (purchased off ebay)
Fork mount (pick up a LBS)

I finally got to get out and ride again after having a bad case of the flu for three weeks. Since one of the guys recently had knee surgery and I hadn’t riden in three weeks we decided to take it easy and have a low key ride. We got geared up, I hooked up the helmet cam and off we rode into the woods. A couple of miles in we approached a suspension bridge… nothing new, we had all passed through the suspension bridge sussport cables and supporting columns many times over the years. As I set up for my approach I must have been off line a bit, because as I approached the suspension cables my handle bar clipped the left cable and threw me off line and right off the bike into the suspension bridge column.

I impacted on my right shoulder first, then my neck and head smacked the column… during which I blacked out for a moment. It took me about 4 or 5 minutes to collect myself and get back on the bike. Later that day I began to feel dizzy, was having trouble talking, had an unbearable head ache and difficulty just standing at times. Turns out I got a concussion from the impact, not to mention my entire right side of my body is beaten up. I was surprised my right shoulder didn’t hurt anymore than it did from the impact… I know why now, I had some nerve damage and the feeling is finally coming back where I hit my shoulder. I’ve had shooting pains all through my arm all day.

But the good news is that my bike survived untouched and the POV.1 Helmet Cam can with out a doubt take a real beating! The POV.1 was mounted on the right side of my helmet and also took a serious blow from the wreck. At the time of the wreck, checking the cam was the last thing on my mind. But about 3 miles later I finally checked it and it captured all the wreck and continued to capture video afterwards without any issues. I’m really impressed that it could have taken such a beating and continued to keep working.

The wreck didn’t bother much at the time… sure I was in pain, but it’s definitely not my first wreck and I shook it off pretty fast so we could continue the ride. What I didn’t know then, is that I wasn’t thinking too clearly either. I realized that yesterday after watching the videos I captured with the POV.1, because shortly after the wreck I reffered to my handle bars as a steering wheel, I mentioned that I was sleepy and I was talking slowly at times. I really don’t remember much of the ride from Saturday at all.

The F29 is a solid fork and well worth every penny. As for my RST, I’ve got it installed on my El Padrino now and it’s doing a fine job.