I’ve been a bit slack with my blogging of late but the truth is I seem to be running out of steam. Maybe it’s the winter blues or whatever.
We’ve been doing a lot of bike riding and we make the most of any good weather to get out and flog the legs. Call me a fair weather cyclist if you like, but at my age, comfort zone is my middle name. We had three great days this week, and while MP was away, I snuck in some extra training.
The stars weren’t lined up too well yesterday as I managed a 9.5 dive off the beast coming into one of the road crossing chicanes along the Rail Trail. The front wheel hit a piece of wood edging and headed left as the back wheel wanted to go right. For an instant, I had similar thoughts as Jens Voigt as his tyre blew out at 70 kph in last year’s Tour De France, “Oops, this is going to hurt”. (The crash is at 53 seconds and he ended up seriously injured)
I’m not capable of those insane speeds anyway, but nevertheless, I landed on my arse big time and one of the cons of clip-on bike pedals is that the bike stays attached as you head south. The bum and hip are awfully sore today and just picking up the soap in the shower is painful. Could be worse. 
Actually, it was, because I arrived back in Drysdale and the coffee man had just packed up so the headache only got worse.
Ninny’s bruise was bigger than yours!
My bruised ego was even bigger.
Ouch!
It’s still ouch too.
Now I know why I don’t ride a bike on the road!
I ride on the Rail Trail, not the roads. Scott is the one hanging his head out on the guillotine.
You all reinforce my conviction of keeping my body in one piece and enclosed by metal when moving any faster than 8 mph.
I could have done with 6 airbags, a seatbelt and Stability Control.
You have got to get a handle on the law of conservation of momentum… Otherwise, you’ll ass-over-teakettle over and over…
The law says that if you are going straight, your bike can’t go right or left…
Although the ground tends to break the law of conversation of momentum with its intractableness…
I plopped over the other day when my chain jumped over my lowest front sprocket gear on a steep hill on a paved road. Skinned an elbow and ended up twenty feet from the top of the hill with a car coming and my head crossing the double yellow line lke a turkey’s neck on a block…
At least we give ourselves blogging material.
Aww… condolences. I came off my bike in the wet about a month ago and grazed my shoulder, hip, knee and ankle. I have nice new pink shiny skin now though! Still got a sore elbow though… not brave enough to go to the doc’s. He’ll want x-rays etc…. bleh.
Yes, I remember you posted it on FB and I made my usual smart arsed comment about those penny farthings being difficult to ride. You probably chipped the bone on the elbow so be a brave lad and go get it seen to. Either that or give the other elbow a whacking and the pain will only feel half as bad.