It started so well...
Sun's shining, it'd be criminal not to get out there even for me.
New seatpost and saddle on the hybrid, I fancy 1.5 hours just mooching about before dinner.
Its windy, the first few miles were hard, it takes me longer to catch my breath now, but onward over the local brickpits, along the old A1 toward Normans Cross, across to Yaxley, through and onto Farcet then homeward bound via several industrial areas, some in open country. Passing one such place through an underpass, there's a girl and fella graffiti'ing...buit good quality stuff. Not something I really approve of but this is way out of the way, no houses or general public in this area. As I passed them, I glanced at the walls and saw this...
And this...
Stopped and chatted with the 'artists' but it wasn't their work, we were all impressed.
Onward home, over other brickpit land, I come to a cross roads...this way ?..or that ?...fateful decision too me that way...and two miutes later, I came round a very quiet pathway...eeek, wet leaf mould all over the place...ooer, front wheels going, unintentional hand out to stop me hitting the ground...BANG
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Bugger, that hurt my finger
...daren't take my glove off to look, just get on the bike and get home. Its numb, I can't flex my knuckles . About 1 mile later i'm home..
'Good ride ?' asked the wife...
'eeerr yeah, but id turn the dinner off, I think we may be going to casualty...I daren't look at whats inside my glove'
'Bogger...
And damnation..
Dislocated finger, I really thought i'd shattered the bone, there's a sharp protrusion underneath the skin with blood/bruising..but all was well (ish)
Gas and air...one pull on the fingertip.....eeeeeeeee...second pull, a bit harder this time......awwwwwwwwww, third pull.....eeeeeeeeeegh...clunk and in it went
...aggghhhhhhhh. Phewwww.
2 hours later, im sat back at home eating a long needed Sunday dinner with a hand that now looks like this...
The joys of cycling eh ?
Brilliant ride, alls well in the end. Glass half full man I am...I got out on the bike