@acl 26117 wrote:
KLizotte, yes, me and the boardwalk troll go way back. He introduced himself to me about 3 or 4 years ago. The cumulative effects of a number of stupid things on my part made me easy prey. Luckily, I survived with no damage to the bike and only superficial damage (minor scrapes and bruised) to me. But… it was a section that spans a pretty deep ravine, with “guardrails” (i use that term very loosely) consisting of posts with two chains strung between them, at about 3’ and 1-1/2’ high. So I found myself separated from my bike, lying on my side on the bridge, looking over the edge with absolutely nothing between me and empty space 20ft or so above the bottom of the ravine. And since it was raining heavily, the trail was uncharacteristically deserted; I was wondering, even if I could have survived the fall, how long it would have taken for someone to find me down there. It was a bit sobering. I have been careful with those things ever since. Especially the ones hovering over empty space.
Wow, that’s a scary story.
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