I rode this trail again on Sunday. The single track went well and after a mile or two into the faster fire-road, I ate it big. I was just starting to feel like I was "in zone" too. I was doing something between 25 and 30 MPH when I launched into my Superman impression.
Got a nice six-inch road rash on my chest, a really really sore shoulder and various other nicks and scrapes.
On Wednesday, I finally decided to see a doctor. She told me what I already knew... nothing broken, but she gave me a really nice Schedule III narcotic.
Vicodin is my friend.