Nice enough day for a ride out, OH mentioned Daisy Nook, so off we went, me on the push bike, he on a 125cc motorcycle. Given I had the directions, it was a lot of stop-start whilst I drip fed him the next few turns and then caught up with him to give him the next set. It was sort of like a poor version of 'Treasure Hunt', without radios, a helicopter or Anneka Rice.
Had a lovely hot chocolate at the cafe just inside Daisy Nook (2 hot chocolates and change from £3? Oh my, yes), had a little wander around the place, took a few photo's (not looked at them yet, so they might all be poo) and did our best to annoy the local geese, but they didn't seem to mithered .Generally we both did quite well with the ride, I had to push the bike up one hill each way, the one either side of the same valley, and even had to help him push his up one hill after he just didn't have the power and the engine cut out, but otherwise had a lot of fun. Until disaster struck and I found out what it's like to go from 20 to 0 in a handful of yards.
A combination of slippery road surface and a deep pothole conspired to bring me three-feet closer to the ground. Saw what was coming, and quickly realised my options were less about coming off or not, and more when I came off and where I ended up. I did manage to get my speed down a little (I've never grabbed a brake so hard in my life), but it was still a fairly hard landing on my right side. Helmet took a decent hit, knocked the plastic shell clear from the styrene, and left a nice imprint of the road surface on the side of the helmet. Now sat nursing a slightly swollen elbow, achy shoulder, slightly sore head and am milking it for all it's worth
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