A few weeks ago, I fell off my mountain bike. It was a “soft crash,” as I hit something I didn’t see with my pedal as I was rounding a tree and at slow speeds. In one instant, I just sort of fell on my left side into (literally) a pile of pine needles. Of course I fell on my left side – my “bad” side – that is how the world works! Falling off mountain bikes happens, though it is thankfully rare for me, but when I do fall, it is inevitably to the left.
But check out this view I came across on the route – not a bad day, truly. This was in late September in the high country outside of Bend, Oregon.