A bit of a tit

Before I start, I want to re-assure everyone that I’m fine, feeling good, and not hurt in any way by any of the events described herein. I have recovered from my mid-week tiredness, and I’m looking forward to a restful weekend. I know people worry about me, and I appreciate it. I will look after myself, and take things steady, but I’m not going to stop doing things, and “stuff” will happen. That’s life!

Anyway, on with the story…

Since I’ve been cycling, people have spoken of injuries picked up in bike accidents. Cuts and grazes here, fractured ribs there, a variety of debilitating and confidence draining injuries picked up in bike accidents. Yes, it’s a little bit scary, but it comes with the territory.

I was fully protected, but in little danger!

Today I had a spill myself. Actually, calling it a spill is over-egging it slightly. There was no high speed collision, no mechanical failure, no twisted pile of limbs and wheels. No, it was one of the world’s most slow, sedate cycling accidents ever. In fact, it’d probably be more accurate to call it a casual topple.

I had a bad start to the day. Embarrassingly, my topple occurred before I’d even left the car park to start my ride. It was the classic, “brain not realising your feet are connected to the pedals” accident. It was the sort of incident that would keep my father-in-law giggling for months. An absent-minded over-balance followed by slow topple and desperate but unsuccessful attempts to arrest my fall.

Apparently it happens to everyone. Today it was my turn. I felt a bit of a tit to say the least!

To be fair, Colin (my cycling companion) did very well not to fall off his bike in sympathy (prompted by hysterics). I probably would have done had I been in his position! Fortunately there weren’t too many other witnesses.

After our ride this morning. Colin still trying desperately not to laugh at the memory of my topple!

Talking of idiots, we were buzzed by a couple of boy racers on the ride this morning. I don’t understand how someone could derive pleasure from out-pacing a cyclist, but they seemed to.

Two particularly souped up cars caught our attention. Both were noisy. Very noisy. One of them also seemed to have a James Bond-style smokescreen kit fitted. Nice touch! They must be very proud!