Well, I came down hard off a jump (I was not going very fast but, apparently, fast
enough) and, as I am wont to do, I grabbed the bars in a deathgrip, floored it accidentally, and when the track went right, I went straight--over the haybales and into a chainlink fence. My glasses got pushed into my face (hence, that cut) and I guess I put my hand out in front of me and cut
it on the fence-wire.
Okay, I have to confess

I did not have my googles on at the time. I might not have gotten the face cut had I been wearing the gorgles. But I might have, too. I just really plowed into that fence face-first

Always wear your goigles!
Oh, well. The bike is put to bed in the garage, hooked up to its charger, none the worse for wear (more than I can say for me, obviously). It will likely stay there until spring, then we'll try again. (You know, I'm pretty athletic, pretty coordinated; I don't know why I'm so bad at this
Unless these crashes are a message from the gods
Barbara