I'm a newly returned cyclist and definitely very new to this spd lark:
Last thurs eve cycling along the kennet and avon tow path by the cross guns, clipped in, and after a month of smugly not falling off and thinking I've got away with it, i have my first spd moment.
In a heap with a rock stuck in my right knee, plenty of blood and still unable to free my feet so I'm wriggling like a lunatic, another passing cyclist stops to help me out of my rather degrading predicament. In my shame and embarrasment I never thanked him.
Just in case they read this forum - thanks for the help mate!! Wouldnt have blamed you for ignoring the crumpled writhing heap and cycling on!!
Last thurs eve cycling along the kennet and avon tow path by the cross guns, clipped in, and after a month of smugly not falling off and thinking I've got away with it, i have my first spd moment.
In a heap with a rock stuck in my right knee, plenty of blood and still unable to free my feet so I'm wriggling like a lunatic, another passing cyclist stops to help me out of my rather degrading predicament. In my shame and embarrasment I never thanked him.
Just in case they read this forum - thanks for the help mate!! Wouldnt have blamed you for ignoring the crumpled writhing heap and cycling on!!