Spotted...

A chap on the ride on Sunday has a bit of a Karmic moment- he had one of those small rear view mirrors screwed into the end of his right hand drop, which made his veering straight into my path even harder to explain.

I avoided him, then passed him- and as I was passing him his right hand shifter exploded, part of it hitting me in the leg.

The expression on his face was priceless as he stared at it in disbelief.

The Leukaemia ride was fucking unbelievable for that sort of thing. I lost count of the number of near misses I had with nuggets pulling out to overtake very, very slowly and without looking. I binned it on the way back in the end and rode home through town on my own - first time I've ever wanted to get away from a group of cyclists, sadly.