Glad you were able to get yourself home Al, I reckon a nice bath with some epsom salts will help ease those pains
Reminds me of a semi-embarrassing story from when I was first riding bikes up on my dad's farm. Instead of proper trail bikes we had three postie bikes. They were easy enough to ride about but they were a bit unwieldy in tight spots and well didn't really have any grip at the best of times.
One day I was riding down the main dirt road to get to the neighbours place. The week before the council had dug a new deep trench for drainage purposes next to his driveway and the gravel at the driveway entrance was very very loose. Well you can guess what happened, I hit the gravel at a speed I really shouldn't have been going and the bike slid straight into the new drain. At this point I could only just see out of the drain myself! So I tried for about 20 minutes to try and ride the bike out but wasn't able to move it.
I ended up walking up to the neighbours and as I was knocking on their door, my dad rides up on the bike laughing his head off! He said he was able to gun it and get it out and he and the neighbours had a good laugh about it over a looooong cup of tea. My face was red! The next time we went up to the farm (us kids and mum only used to go up every couple of weeks for the weekends) there was a sign on the trench that my dad has put up with the words "Simon's Drain" on it! It was the cause of much laughter at my expense
