Well, you've all seen that George W fell of his bike yesterday. So did
I. Rather more than usual.
We were doing the first ride through of about two miles of old mountain
bike trail which had been blocked by trees blown down in a storm, and
we've been clearing. I was riding on new Scott branded SPD clone
pedals, but with genuine SPD cleats. So the first fall off was when I
stopped to lift the bike over a log that we haven't yet cleared, and
the cleat jammed. Ouch. And the second came on a fast bend, when a
branch hidden in the leaf litter snagged something on the bike and I
went down hard and bashed my shin. Ouch ouch. And the third was mostly
because I was losing confidence and took a bad line through a tricky
bit - and I went down into a patch of brambles and nettles. Ouch ouch
ouch. And after that I had completely lost confidence and fell off a
few more times. Ouch ouch ouch ouch. And the really embarassing bit is
the guy I was out with, who is a third of my age, didn't fall off at
all.
Still, on the whole a thoroughly enjoyable ride, although I would have
preferred not to emulate George W quite so often.
Then today, out on the road bike, I was coming wizzing down a little
lane through the woods to a little narrow stone bridge at the bottom,
and on that bridge I met a car. Now that *was* scarey... but didn't hit
it, and, most fortunately, didn't pitch over the bridge into the burn.
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