“Cori always steps it up a notch, thanks to the fact that he has no fear of death and cheerfully embraces a future full of pain. Which explains why, a few moves after this, Cori would miss, and land on this rough sandstone floor, flat on his back.

What it does not explain, however, is what happened next: white foam suddenly erupted all around from beneath Cori. As if — instead of blood, bones, and bile — Cori was filled with vinegar and baking soda.

As it turns out, Cori used a beer can in his jersey pocket to “soften” his landing:” – via Fat Cyclist

I love it!  Riding with an emergancy beer that takes the fall… Man after my own heart!!