I took a bad nudge off a pot-hole and piled straight into one of those black iron fences that they have to stop pedestrians crossing the street. Fortunately, I was only going full whack to get through an amber light. And even more fortunately, it was at Bank junction at lunchtime, so there was hardly anyone around to see me apparently cycle straight into a fence for no good reason.
Even better, the only things that were damaged were a written-off front wheel, mangled forks and the skin on my left arm.
I took a bad nudge off a pot-hole and piled straight into one of those black iron fences that they have to stop pedestrians crossing the street. Fortunately, I was only going full whack to get through an amber light. And even more fortunately, it was at Bank junction at lunchtime, so there was hardly anyone around to see me apparently cycle straight into a fence for no good reason.
Even better, the only things that were damaged were a written-off front wheel, mangled forks and the skin on my left arm.