I had difficulties getting the bike behave my way. I still don’t know if my abilities failed or if I just wasn’t tuned in. Nothing really worked for me today and no surprise when a stump grabbed my fot and the pain took me down. After a rest in the pit I decided to go for another lap. After several turns I realized it didn’t work. Loaded the trailer and went home, did some work in the garden under pain and stopped. My true male macho behavior made my through the next two days, but then Berit said, wtf, go see a doctor. The obedient slave I am forced me to the ER Wednesday morning. After X-ray I was thrown in a wheelchair and was sigend up for surgery. Good old titanium doesn’t only work for high performance pipes, it also keeps the old man in one piece.