Bah, came off my bike this morning. It was two degrees, and the roads on my way in were either dry or damp, but one short stretch, evidently with a different kind of tarmac, was covered with black ice.* I managed the turn onto it fine, but then heard a crash and looked over my shoulder to see the cyclist behind me on the ground, so I hit the brakes to stop and see if he was okay, and came off myself. How annoying.
I'm a bit bruised and battered, but otherwise fine (and so is my bike, despite landing derailleur-side down). I shall cheer myself up with some tea, which I cycle past six times a week, but which for some reason it has taken me twelve years to share with anyone else:
I'm a bit bruised and battered, but otherwise fine (and so is my bike, despite landing derailleur-side down). I shall cheer myself up with some tea, which I cycle past six times a week, but which for some reason it has taken me twelve years to share with anyone else:
Make tea not war