So I was heading down the Luge at Mt Stromlo on my three years old XC bike (the only bike I own). I have been feeling confident of late - so I was taking the berms wide and trying to make all the (sane) jumps. As I got to the fire trail at the end of the Luge I felt something off on my back wheel. I had a quick look to see if it was flat - nope it wasn't - so I kept riding. Up over the bridge on Old Duffy, over the table tops - getting as much air as I could - round the big berm, pedal a few big ones and over the double. I didn't quite make it but the landing wasn't too bad. Kept going, getting a bit of air over the last couple of table tops, then over the fire trail and down round the hill to the big "double black" drop (if anyone has been to Stromlo, all the features are marked as double black no matter how green they are). As I said, I was feeling good, so over I go - at full speed! I land kinda hard, but it's a big drop with a flattish landing - what can you do. I smash down the last few metres to the carpark and turn to wait for my SO.
I get off to check out my back wheel. I better check the spokes, one of them looks kinda bent. So I lean down and pull the bent spoke out of it's hole. Shit!
I check the next spoke. Shiiiit! That one has gone too!
Then a third! FUCK!
A fourth! and a FIFTH!
Phew, that's it. No more - the next is fine. And the next.
Except - FUCK - a SIXTH SPOKE is gone!
Holy shit! I feel like I just broke a record - six spokes gone!
...and I feel like a fuckwit.