Since I took delivery of my Coker in the middle of May, I’ve ridden it to
work once a week. Except last week.
Cindy evidently didn’t appreciate the lack of attention, and this morning,
in a fit of pique, she threw me.
I’m not sure how fast I was going - certainly in the range 10-13mph, and
I’ve a feeling I may have been bending forward to read the computer at the
time (bad idea). Suddenly I was rolling across the cyclepath (glad of my
martial arts training). I landed on my Camelbak - fortunately the bladder
wasn’t damaged.
I suffered a grazed knee, a grazed hip, and a skinned finger. Nothing
really hurt except my pride and my finger (and the pride wasn’t too badly
damaged, since there was no-one around to see it). I spent the day in
front of my keyboard trying to remember to use an alternative finger for
the letters S, W & X.
The ride home was a bit better. I passed a few spare-wheelers and asked
one of them if he found his extra wheel slowed him down.
–
Danny Colyer (remove safety to reply)
http://www.speedy5.freeserve.co.uk/danny/danny.html “The secret of life is
honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made” -
Groucho Marx