Over the 10+ years of riding the many trails in southeastern Michigan, we've had our share of "wo wo's," "ohhh's," and "oh %#&*!!!" to go along with some skin scrapes that we would laugh about and walk away from, granted our bikes were still in one piece. Well, last night riding at Pontiac Lake, I heard the sound from behind me that definitely wasn't from a skin abrasion. It sounded more like a dying raccoon or cow. Mark was down and his ankle decided to turn the way it wasn't supposed to. This wasn't a limp away type of sprained ankle, bones were involved in this fall. A jogger caught up to us a few minutes later, we got Mark down to the road and met the fire-rescue truck who took it from there in getting him to the hospital. It turned out to be a break. Although Mark is going to be off the riding tour for awhile, looking at it with a "glass half full" angle, better an ankle injury than a melon injury. Ride on Frenchie.Trail Head
