MADE TO BE BROKEN
Jul 24, 2020
4 minutes
BY KRISTIN BUTCHER
PHOTO: JUSTIN OLSEN
PHOTO: JOHN GIBSON
In the world of mountain biking, and general adult tomfoolery for that matter, I’m an outlier.
Correction. I was an outlier.
When post-ride discussions turn to tales of broken bones and other assorted injuries, folks point to different parts of their bodies, rattling off injuries like they’re padding a résumé of misfortune. Whenever the proverbial talking came to me, I’d do my best to regale the group with the story of my one and only stitch, the consequence of 8-year-old me stepping on a sewing needle.
After 41 laps around the sun, my poor decisions
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