I came off my bike today – I was slowing to dismount into a layby and a lip on a curb was higher than anticipated. Luckily a telegraph post intercepted my skid so I didn’t end up in a briar hedge. Luckily there is little damage – the wheels still rotate and the gears change.
Luckily my wife never looks at me so she hasn’t noticed the marks on my face, and she can’t see through trousers at my red and blue knees. She did wonder why I was putting my cycling jacket and trousers in the washing machine… hah!
The good news is that some story ideas popped in while I was traversing the mud.