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In the clearing, Matti, our guide, takes over, he’s<br />
the one on the clock so the lads let him do his job.<br />
The gash on my elbow is concerning, but it’s soon<br />
wrapped and patched. I have a severe pain in my<br />
left arm and ribs feel tight, but there’s little point in<br />
delay so I groggily push on, hope of improvement<br />
far outweighing expectation, and totally dashed<br />
as I manual off the first drop and feel a white-hot<br />
shock of pain tear up my bicep. I’m off and walking,<br />
karmically close to the spot where I smugly burned<br />
off yesterday’s downhillers. At that point agony<br />
overrides soul-searching, but I’m already dimly<br />
aware that there will be many repercussions.<br />
Eddie kindly props me up as we walk the last<br />
few hundred metres to the waiting van, head faint<br />
and legs like Bambi. We pile in, an unscheduled<br />
drop-off explained as another victim requires an<br />
early bath. Matti looks gutted for me as we shake<br />
hands, demonstrating the true empathy essential<br />
in our line of work as fellow guides. I wave to the<br />
boys and commence a funereal stroll back through<br />
the beauty of the walled town, past the world’s best<br />
ice cream shop and hundreds of smiling tourists.<br />
Everything for me is cast under a cloud of worries<br />
about hospitals, missed work, races I might not<br />
compete in, and the abrupt and untimely end to the<br />
main reason for my holiday.<br />
And so I sit here in silence. The slow tapping<br />
of finger on keyboard and dark thoughts my only<br />
companions. I feel lonely, stupid and pissed off,<br />
old enough to understand where fault lies but not<br />
mature enough to pre-empt and avoid this error. I<br />
was caught in the moment, driven by animalistic<br />
desires of enjoyment, skirting the extremely fine line<br />
between pleasure and pain, and ultimately landing<br />
the wrong side. I’ll take a shower, check for further<br />
damage and then sit down and work out how to<br />
salvage the best from my remaining holiday as<br />
well as how to limit monetary loss from cancelled<br />
guiding work.<br />
Take my experience however you see fit. You<br />
can heed the warning and back off as you ride,<br />
guaranteeing you’ll milk the last minutes from<br />
your rare riding holidays, or you can play the odds,<br />
stretching the limits to breaking point, knowing<br />
full well that it may end in tears. I’m in no position<br />
to lecture; I’ve done this before over 20 years ago,<br />
memories of staring out of a Chamonix hospital<br />
window unable to move my crumpled body. With<br />
age comes experience, but sense comes from a<br />
different source.<br />
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