There were small rocks protruding from the road. As we blasted along they increased in size and frequency. Screw it, I can walk home from here, go faster. The right side track had washouts with loose rocks to be avoided. Ok, left side. The bouncing on my crappy suspension was beating a brisk staccato into my arms. Just when I started to think that my front rim couldn't take this I saw a rock ahead.
NOT JUST ANY ROCK...THE ROCK
It looked like it was anchored in the ground. It looked bigger than the rest. It looked big enough to do my rim harm. I swerved right to avoid it and immediately swerved back to the left to regain my balance.
This maneuver can only be described as unsuccessful.