So we did our usual Mon. night ride out of the Incycle San Dimas store to Marshall Cyn. Marshall is getting in better shape since receiving it's bi-annual plowing, man I don't like politicians, anyhow, back to the subject. So there were four of us in one group, and four in another. Dirty-t joined the group I was riding in, and I knew that our good times were going to just get better with him around. Our ride went along without any glitches until Dirttorpedo did as his name suggests, and turned into a human dirttorpedo. We must've been doing about 20 mph crossing a stream, when he was suddenly airborne in the most awkward style. It was sort of a cross between a Dead Sailor and the Bubba scrub, only problem was that his bike landed in the full tabletop position in about 8" deep sand. Bike came to an immediate stop, but Chris didn't. Hope your finger/knuckle is ok Chris.