It's official. There I was cycling away, turning slowly and the next minute off it chucks me. My arm went out (ouch) and my knee went down. Evil little bike. So while I'm 'whimpering' on the side of the path (thank god no one was around) Gary aka my hero finds the whole thing slightly amusing (he was smirking while trying to cox me up, I know him well enough to know that once he had established I hadn't actually broke anything his sympathy dissolved). So here's my injury. Evil bike I always knew it hated me! (I suspect the emotional scars will be ever lasting).......
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