It's been years since I had a hard landing on the floor on a MTB ride. Races, rides, hucks, tricks in the parking lot, etc. Three years. Yesterday I did it twice. The first was a simple front tire washout with a right-sided ribs-on-elbow landing. The kind of crash that would have made John Madden say, "He'll feel that in the morning," but basically no big deal.
Then, while kind-of track standing on flat section of a long climb while waiting for the people in front of me to clear, I let my front tire get too close to the downhill edge. As in over it. I tried to save it and got high-sided downhill. My face landed on a rock. No lost teeth (although I felt one of them grind on the rock -- that's a gross feeling) but my nose took a shot and bled a lot. It was a little crooked, but pro because of all the swelling in my face and lips. That's the kind of wreck that makes you wonder if rowing might be a better sport
Then, while kind-of track standing on flat section of a long climb while waiting for the people in front of me to clear, I let my front tire get too close to the downhill edge. As in over it. I tried to save it and got high-sided downhill. My face landed on a rock. No lost teeth (although I felt one of them grind on the rock -- that's a gross feeling) but my nose took a shot and bled a lot. It was a little crooked, but pro because of all the swelling in my face and lips. That's the kind of wreck that makes you wonder if rowing might be a better sport