I like Skol
A Minging Manc...
- Location
- Sunny Ashton-under-Lyne
Thought I would get a short MTB ride in this morning while my son did his canoeing session on the Irwell. First I saw them off on the river then returned to the carpark at Burrs Country Park to practice some of my skillz in the old mill ruins . As there have been quite a few of my fellow Manchester commuters having offs this week (@skudupnorth @400bhp ) I decided I would join in the fun and threw myself down a set of steep irregular stone steps with my bike landing on top of me (I'm glad it got a soft landing ).
I jumped up pretty quickly and straight away could feel numerous bumps and scrapes spread pretty evenly around my person. However, by far the worst was my right knee which must have taken a fair old whack to the knee cap. I dusted myself down and once the bike had a quick check over decided to press on with the intended ride. It soon became apparent that I was in trouble I could barely press on my right leg hard enough to clip in to the SPDs and any incline was excruciating. I was also unable to control the bike on any downhill bumps as supporting my weight out of the saddle was similarly intolerable. After less than 2 miles of limping along I threw in the towel and took to the main roads to make my slow, painful way back to the car and wait for my son to get back.
At home know with my bad leg up on a bean bag and I'm hoping for some Valentine day sympathy when Lady Skol gets back
I jumped up pretty quickly and straight away could feel numerous bumps and scrapes spread pretty evenly around my person. However, by far the worst was my right knee which must have taken a fair old whack to the knee cap. I dusted myself down and once the bike had a quick check over decided to press on with the intended ride. It soon became apparent that I was in trouble I could barely press on my right leg hard enough to clip in to the SPDs and any incline was excruciating. I was also unable to control the bike on any downhill bumps as supporting my weight out of the saddle was similarly intolerable. After less than 2 miles of limping along I threw in the towel and took to the main roads to make my slow, painful way back to the car and wait for my son to get back.
At home know with my bad leg up on a bean bag and I'm hoping for some Valentine day sympathy when Lady Skol gets back