
Andorra world cup,Day one,three runs into practise,I clip my pedal on a rock and get pitched over the bars of a drop and land on the ugliest rock i have ever seen,Game over.I was fairly sure something was nackered but tryed to ride down,mainly to escape the eager pramedic who would not listen to me that the lump on my collerbone was the old break and was all ready with the morphine and ambulance ride to hospital.After getting a safe distance away Gee pulled me over and gave my bike to a photographer to walk down with.Cheers to that Dude.
I made it back to the pits and after the fastest hospital session ever (Thanks to Cedrics Girl Nuria for hooking that up) they told me nothing was broken and i needed to have a scan to see what the ligement damage was.Not what i wanted to hear.A break is simple,lazer,rest,done but now i have know idea….










