Been toying with this blog for a while but never have the time to sit down and think about it properly. Too busy out riding my bike to sit down and write about it as well.
However it turns out I now have some spare time on my hands. Whilst riding a West Midlands League cyclo-cross race in early January the bike slipped away from me on a slow speed muddy corner. Now either I was late getting my foot out to dab it down and correct the slide I’ll never know, but fall I did and the point I heard the dry snap followed by the wave of intense pain I knew straight away what I’d done. As did the marshals nearby. Forty years of cycling with many falls and this is my first broken bone.