Now we are in British Summer I’ve just started cycling to work again. And nearly killed myself (and the cyclist behind me) in the process.
I’d had to leave the bike in the garden (under cover) over winter due the extension work. I had checked my bike over but obviously not well enough as whilst I was cycling along (at admittedly quite a slow weight) part of the panniers fell over and wedged itself between the frame and the wheel.
I ground to a halt, and just avoided going over onto the gravel. The cyclist behind me just avoided me too, although it would have been his old fault as he was slipstreaming me.
Then when I got to work, the key wouldn’t turn in my bike lock. I gave it a really hard turn and broke the key off in the lock. Luckily, the bike wasn’t stolen during the day.
Gina is spring cleaning and now Gabby is in her room, we are starting to sort out the new playroom and the children’s bedrooms. What a mess they have become over the last year.
I just thought I’d give a memory re cycling from many years ago…
I was sent up to the shops to get a loaf of bread and as usual I went on my bike. Being a clever d**k I carried the loaf back under one arm and used the other to stear and brake. As I neared home I used the brake, which happened to be the front, to slow down and probably due to lack of maintenance on my part the nut came off the back of the calliper and the brake stuck in the wheel. The effect was that the bike stopped immediately. Unfortunately I didn’t and flew over the handle bar on to the road taking the skin off my elbow and my hand. The loaf was undamaged but I still have the scars on my elbowand and bits of road in it.
The roads were a bit quieter in those days so I did not endanger anyone else.
Nice to know you survived your ordeal.
Grandad
P.S. you can get combination locks…..