when i met clay at the husaberg force ride 3 in gunnison, he started telling this story about a crazy bike ride on a single trial on the side of a mountain ....
he said " ....so i was riding along this ridgeline with a deadly fall off to the side, when i hit a rock and my bike was heading for the edge and it was death for sure and then..., ah...i sh@t myself.."
you could tell that he was feeling really bad, his head was hung down and his shoulders slumped over as he kicked the ground...
i figured it was a real scary experience that was still effecting him to this day, so i said ... hey clay, dont feel bad man. im sure anyone heading for a cliff might get that scaried and cr@p themselves...i figured this would help...
he said "thanks but it wasnt then, i just cra@pped myself now".
thats an indicator of his age.
his friends call him pigeon poop.
aparrently his sfinter muscle is so old and wore out the he poop when he goes from sitting to standing...like when a pigeon takes off from an electric line on a pole.