I went up Seymour for some night riding yesterday evening, and I decided I was going to hit the top Northlands jump with enough speed to clear the knuckle this time. It's a 20 to 25-footer, depending on grooming. Well, I succeeded too well. Went up, felt like I was about to hit the lift chairs. I could see the 'ground' way the hell down there, coming up fast. Muttering to myself "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna break both legs...". I was pretty sure I'd cleared the landing area entirely. Well, I came down and survived (not the greatest landing, but I'll take it). On the way up the chair, I eyeballed where I'd landed (almost no-one there last night, so my track was still pretty visible). Turns out I'd gotten barely a third of the way down the landing slope. Yeesh! Whadda woos!
Anyway, the point is, it feels a lot worse than it turns out to be. After that I was able to get up enough speed for the jump without fainting fom fear
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