Found the photo browsing through my phone. It dates back to the spring or early summer. We were on a night time club ride and dropped down a fantastic descent into a field. You can bomb across the field, knowing it's all very steep downhill, but there's nothing to hit, all soft landings etc. Cubester decided to try to loft his wheel over the stream through the middle , and put it down crossways in a deep, deep rut. The rut was as deep as the wheel, which stopped dead, and Cubester simply rode around the front hub. Laugh? Not much!!!!Needless to say, by the time I had taken the piss all the way home, and his mum started making sympathetic noises when we got there, he started playing for sympathy, hence the doleful expression....not so much pain as wounded pride!