Had a good time with the family at Glentress this week, kids with colds notwithstanding. (So we got to ride less than we would have.) Spooky Woods was partly closed off and previous heavy rain had made some of it a real slider session up near the top. My wipeout of the week, though, was on the blue route. The bl***y blue route!

Me and middle son Matt decided how fast we could get down from the top car park to the bottom on the one time we did the blue. He led. I tried to stay in contact. Dunno how fast we were going. Over 30mph on on the straighter sections of singletrack, I guess, maybe faster still (35?), as it's so smooth. I got a bit of rear wheel lift on a little humpback in the trail (whose pitch was steeper than I expected, at that speed), failed to control it, rode along on my front wheel briefly, then faceplanted, writing off another bike helmet and ragdolling down the trail.

Serves myself right. Pride comes before a fall and we were just hammering along with caution thrown to the wind. I don't know why teenagers can get away with that and blokes in their 40s can't. Nowt broken luckily, apart from helmet and riding glasses - just bruises (all over the place) and a stiff neck. My right leg doesn't seem to have filled up with blood like Hackness Mike's and my reinforced collarbone held this time. 

Good trip, though. If we never fell off occasionally, we wouldn't know where the edge was, would we?

Yeah, there's definitely a gap for a decent blue route locally, Matt. Something you can get a bit of speed up on…

Reinforced collarbones are clearly the way to go, though it feels like the shock that would've gone through that was absorbed by my neck and shoulder instead. Maybe we need inflatable protectors like this. And all-over Wolverine-style bone grafts too.

Those GPS goggles look cool. I'd only break 'em, though.