It was an early spring morning with deceptive sunshine when I fell off my bike within a few k of my house.
It was all very amateurish - my mind was elsewhere and fooled by a road with a wet slime film, yet to dry in the bright morning sun. The road chicaned as it dropped from Granchester church to the Cam. A turn to the left at 30kmh and the front wheel had suddenly gone from beneath me. A slo mo motion and the shock of hitting the tarmac. Hard. Slidey, slidey.
Being cold, I was wearing arm warmers and gloves which took some of the abrasion; my lycra shorts offered less protection.
A slow ride back home for repair. I hadn't fallen off my bike for 20,000k despite many challenging night time rides in winter. It took the wind out of my sails so to speak.
