Mine was last night.
Cycling at full pelt ,with the wind in my sails.
Crested a billy groat Gruff bridge .seen a car approaching.dabbed the brakes as the road was wet.
Too late. Back end locked up .bike disappeared under me .(clips came off easily) .
And me ?
Well I disappeared into the undergrowth and careered forward uncontrollably ,like a 747 making an emergency landing in the jungle.
The sad bit is that the car never even stopped.they either thought it was a normal cycling manoeuvre ,or...., they were pissing themselves silly with laughter.
The woman I had passed not long before ,did stop .she hadn't seen my 'off' ,but she did catch me emerging from the bracken.
What followed was a conversation ,wiyh me trying to regain my composure ; a la Del Trotter after falling through the bar.
I was lucky.
You?
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