Ensconsed outside a pub the other day after riding over to meet a mate. Sat there with all the gear on, looking like Joe Cool in my shades supping a nice pint of Old Peculier.
Blistering hot day and the beer garden area became quickly populated with a fair selection of attractive, scantily clad females making escapes from stuffy offices for a lunchtime sojourn in search of refreshment. Finished my pint after having more than my fill of eye candy and after bidding my mate a fond farewell hopped on the bike, cycled a couple of yards on paving enabling me to clip in and then came across an unexpected gravel area. The wheels just sunk into the offending pebbles, I came to an abrupt halt and tried to cling onto the last vestiges of my composure (failed) whilst attempting to unclip. Off I came in front of a very attractive audience, and to the tune of a cacophonous guffaw from my drinking partner.
The badly grazed knee was painful but not nearly as scarring as the whole embarrassing experience.
Nobody saw though so that was OK. Unless you count the 4 members of a rambling club, the 2 cars driving past and a school bus at the bus stop.
Did not slide down the saddle fast enough, my wee legs spinning in the void.
