Pride Comes Before . . .
Turns out it was quite cold last night. I’ve been caught out by this before - as we live right next to the sea, we experience a maritime microclimate. What that means is that it’s a couple of degrees warmer than it is just a mile or so inland.
So I left home thinking it was a bit nippy. By the time I got to the top of Blyth, I was seeing frost at the edges of the side roads. Arriving in Ashington, the frost had been replaced by ice.
I was nearly at the office, feeling nicely smug about my perspicacity and Jedi abilities to avoid ice. I gave a cheery “Good morning!” to a cyclist waiting to cross the road I was on when . . .
Mumbled thanks, and I hobbled off before realising that I had to Get Back On That Bike, Show It No Fear, and ride the remaining 300 yds to the office.
- Bike - left brake lever twisted out of position & handlebars a bit askew. Nothing that five minutes with a multi-tool won’t fix.
- Me - grazes to left elbow & knee; some first-rate road rash on my hip joint; bruised right thigh (think it hit the top-tube); tips of both thumbs inexplicably sore; self-respect in tatters.
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 01/05/2011
- Time: 17:02:18
- Total Time: 00:53:00.00
- Calories: 774
- Distance: 14.5 miles
- Average Speed: 16.42 mph