Klint called me at work really excited about his idea for us to go down the
Provo Canyon trail - me on my bike and Klint on his roller-blades...
So we went up the canyon last night (we parked the car at the bottom and our truck at the top at Vivian Park where we started from). Klint hasn't been on his roller-blades for at least 4 years; and I have never owned any roller-blades so I pretty much have no experience with them especially on an incline. We brought Carl along in my backpack he was enjoying the smells in the canyon. So we head out and were just riding along enjoying the views. Klint tells me that if we get to a steep part he'll need to come behind me and grab my backpack to help slow him down. I obviously forgot because I pulled ahead of Klint since it was pretty straight and then saw a sign that said STEEP GRADE with an arrow turning. I didn't think anything of it as I'm always on my bike riding down hills going to work. I get to the bottom of the mini hill when I hear "Babe! Babe!" So I stop and look back and see Klint coming at me full speed! I didn't even know what to do. A split second later there's Klint crashed on his bum! I got off my bike and came running up to him so frantic! "Are you okay? Are you okay?...Oh I'm so sorry!" Klint got the wind knocked out of him, so it made me think that there was something seriously wrong! I just kept apologizing and feeling so bad for abandoning him. I saw that sign, but it didn't even cross my mind about Klint on his roller blades; again I have never roller bladed down a hill so I didn't even think that Klint needed any help. So after Klint caught his breath and said he was okay I got mad! First off when Klint told me he wanted to go roller blading down the canyon the first thought came to my head was Klint crashing hard and getting all scraped up and hurt. "I hate roller blading!" Plus then Klint told me that his roller blades are trick ones and don't have brakes! "What!?!" The last time Klint did this trail was about 5 years ago with Eric on a long board where he crashed hard and got a hematoma on his thigh/butt and broke and lost his Nixon watch. Well deja vu because Klint thinks he will now have a hemoatoma on his opposite thigh and scratched up his new Nixon watch; you think he would have learned! Ooooh I was mad at Klint and myself and the rollerblades! I thought I was going to have to drive down the hill and get the car to pick up Klint, but he insisted on going the rest of the way and that he was fine. Anyway, I'm glad Klint didn't get hurt worse, but now we know to heed warning signs! And that was the ONLY sign on the whole trail for good reason! Ahhhhh