Today I have come to realise something, I'm a fucking bad rider, I don't think I was when I first quit riding in 2001 to do other things, but since returning, I definately am, fuck.
Today a bicyclist actually told me literally "thanks for saving my life", you know why, because I took a little lie down in front of him when he appeared around the bend coming the opposite direction and I went to tighten the line.
It was a fucking bicyclist, there was fucking heaps of fucking room, I wasn't going fast, I wasn't cranked over much, I certainly wasn't fucking knee down, and I fucking layed it down on a 90 degree bend.
That's twice in 4 months I've had a lie down, the first I convinced myself was something on the road in the dark. This one I could try and lay blame on an old dry front tyre or gravel in the corner, or bad suspension or ... but no, it was me, no two ways.
So to that cyclist who thinks I saved his life, thanks for the compliment, but it's totally unwarranted, you should really have chewed me out for nearly killing you and I would have agreed; in fact I probably should be thanking you for saving my life, because this is probably the impetus I need to get some professional training before I do somebody some damage. That's if I have any ability left that can be trained.
Fuck.
I know,, but ranting cheers me up.
And I'm not even mid life yet.![]()
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