HLaB
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You should be in the TdF, HJ; the drugs must have got you throughWe all do it sometime, still haven't forgotten the time I broke two ribs, then get back on the bike and rode another 35 miles...
You should be in the TdF, HJ; the drugs must have got you throughWe all do it sometime, still haven't forgotten the time I broke two ribs, then get back on the bike and rode another 35 miles...
No - he was on the Ed -> St A ride and needed to get to the Freuchie cake-stopYou should be in the TdF, HJ; the drugs must have got you through
No - he was on the Ed -> St A ride and needed to get to the Freuchie cake-stop
Just had my first fall about an hour ago. Read the sticky extensively, thought I covered all the bases and with supreme confidence built over 4 weeks, headed toward Waterloo. Came to a small junction, steady traffic so slowed down and perfectly unclipped the left shoe in a smooth seamless movement. Complete stop with left foot on the ground. Felt very proud, turned right to catch anyone watchinng this gracefully move and my weight shifted right. Alas the right foot was clipped in and I watched myself fall.
Picked myself up, no injuries to the bike or me. 2 men came over and asked if I was alright. Strangely I felt that I passed some rite of passage.
In one sense, it was probably better than a fall onto the yard's cobbles.That's the first time I've heard the words "handy " and "manure" used in the same sentence.
My first - decided to "explore" some local lanes, got hideously lost.
Stopped, exhausted and worried, in a farmyard to turn around and get my bearings, and did a slow motion topple into some handy manure.
Cobbled farmyard ? You, Sir, cycle in some very posh places.In one sense, it was probably better than a fall onto the yard's cobbles.
In another sense, very much not.
South Cheshire, brah, that's how we roll. Fall. You get the idea.Cobbled farmyard ? You, Sir, cycle in some very posh places.