Thou shall not covet thy neighbour’s rig: nor his ass

So where do asses fit in? I am getting around to it. A strapping young chap on a beautiful Husaberg decided to insert his rear tyre in a rut on the right and his front tyre into a rut on the left of a logging track. Of course, he had a little slip and his bike dug in to the centre mound like a ground hog.

This somehow launched him up into the air and down onto his foot peg. No, this was no 'three-point swish' and his coight remains as it was. However, the flesh and fatty deposits of his right buttock will need some work. Lucky for him the Good Doctor was right up his coight when he crashed and after I peeled myself out from between his bike and mine I proceeded to, very awkwardly, administer first aid. I am not a butt kind of guy, nor am I am medical doctor, but it is fair to say I did a damn fine job inserting gauze through the gaping hole in his strides and then winding him up in a broad crepe bandage, so he could ride (standing up) to the next medical station.

Not to put to finer point on it, the poor bugger now has about four drag lines from where the teeth of the peg sliced him before it dug in and peeled his ectoderm, endoderm and mesoderm back like a sardine tin lid. And the poor guy is a Postie. How is his luck?

So how on earth are asses and rigs related. Well it is quite simple really. No matter how efficient your rig is to set up, it must be packed up at the end of a ride. My advice is to pack it up before blasting off because you simply never know what shape you will be in at the back end of the ride (sorry, you all had that coming).