I don’t crash very often because I’m a cautious rider but sometimes I get carried away...

On July 29th 2003 I rode down a very rocky singletrail on the Belchen with approximately 25 km/h, happily humming a Fred Astaire song, when suddenly the ground beneath my front wheel gave way. I  fell on my Arms and chest quite hard and it did hurt A LOT in the beginning. The injuries on these pictures look far worse than they actually felt, though. David and I went on to enjoy a beautiful ride for another two hours. Crashing and getting up again - this is what mountain biking is all about.