Always wondered what it would be like to come off my bike wearing SPD shoes and last night I found out.
Coming home though Cricklewood, I was passing the sorting office when I just caught a glimpse of something moving fast in my peripheral vision. An instant before it went under my front wheel and screamed MEAAAAH! I recognised it as a ginger cat.
The next thing I knew, I was on my arse, looking at the oncoming traffic. A postman stopped the cars, picked my bike up and helped me off the road. He asked me some questions and made sure I was OK (Thanks mate!). My bike was unscratched and I must have landed on my right knee cos that was scrapped and bruised. My right calf was tight too. Nothing major and I made it home.
The suicidal moggie ran off as quick as it appeared - minus a life I guess - into some bushes. He must have taked quite a hit. I was doing 13-14mph and I weigh 12 and a half stone, plus bike. Ouch!
Whole thing was feakish
Always wondered what it would be like to come off my bike wearing SPD shoes and last night I found out.
Coming home though Cricklewood, I was passing the sorting office when I just caught a glimpse of something moving fast in my peripheral vision. An instant before it went under my front wheel and screamed MEAAAAH! I recognised it as a ginger cat.
The next thing I knew, I was on my arse, looking at the oncoming traffic. A postman stopped the cars, picked my bike up and helped me off the road. He asked me some questions and made sure I was OK (Thanks mate!). My bike was unscratched and I must have landed on my right knee cos that was scrapped and bruised. My right calf was tight too. Nothing major and I made it home.
The suicidal moggie ran off as quick as it appeared - minus a life I guess - into some bushes. He must have taked quite a hit. I was doing 13-14mph and I weigh 12 and a half stone, plus bike. Ouch!
Whole thing was feakish