Wear your shirt!
This cautionary poem was first posted Aug. 19, 2004.
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Yes, that’s my torso in the photo. We were at the Maverick jumps here in Boulder, and I was waiting for my photo subjects to warm up. I got all impatient and decided to take a run through the rhythm. No pads, no shirt. I slowed to avoid a kid but went for it anyway. Major nose case followed by a ventral slide.
Two words:
Chafed nipple.
That Turkey is raw! Happy Thanksgiving to all!
That sucks man. Including the Downieville Classic, I did less than 12 rides this summer with a shirt on. Extra adrenalin!