World Cup sh*tshow

Yesterday I went up to Plymouth to get my crankset tightened up and to ride some single track.  Plymouth is a cool little town with an inordinate amount of trails for small town in Northern NH.  I asked the guys at the LBS about some trails further North.  They told me about some logging roads that I tried to check out, but they were still wet, so I headed back to town and rode a super, double secret trail that may or may not be called world cup, as rumor has it.  It is super tight, Eff you single track with rocks that eat tires and do funny things to tubeless tires.  It has steeps

And a very scenic view of the local thoroughfare.  

The first part of the trail runs right along the highway in between the deer catching fence and the pavement.  At times, you pop out right next to the trucks and tourist zipping South at 75 miles and hour.  After the first part, it gets gnarly and runs along a stream up some old logging roads.  It has some very cool rockwork. 

I like to ride the trail as an out and back, heading uphill and then coming down.  The climb is really technical on the way up, topping out on a rocky section with some cool bridges.

  I topped out and turned around back through the rock garden.  It is not a good thing when you pinch a tubeless tire between two rocks.  Air rushes out very quickly.  Somehow, I managed to keep riding after checking to see that the tire wasn't completely flat.  I hit some of the steep sections and immediately went over the handle bars, hit the leaf cover on the ground and accelerated downhill on my back.  Not fun.  I picked myself back up and continued down.  On the next steep, I turned the front wheel a little bit, and went over again.  I slammed my knee on the stem or ground (I don't remember which) picked my self up again and soldiered on.  It wasn't until the third trip over the bars that I realized my front tire was near flat.  Anytime I turned the wheel, the tire pressure was so low that tire tried to come off the rim.  Miraculously, It didn't.  I rode back to the car, refilled the tire (it had a whopping 8 psi) and heard the bead pop back into the rim strip.  I am lucky I didn't have to walk back to the car, and I think I will check my tire pressure a bit more often.