I ride up and over a pedestrian/cycle bridge to get over a railway line. It has staggered bollards to slow cyclists down. This morning, having overtaken several commuters and having my competitive head on (rare occurrence) I saw my next conquest cycling down the other side of the bridge. As I'm looking across, through the railings at my next victim I fail to see the bollard in front of me until it's too late.
I managed to crush my index and middle finger on my left hand between my brake lever and the bollard. Ow. Previous victim got to see me smack into the bollard and stumble around a bit (but didn't manage to overtake, so they still lose!)
Sitting typing with a throbbing finger, on the same side as my bastard fucked up wrist (tendinitis).
Me, on the way to work.
I ride up and over a pedestrian/cycle bridge to get over a railway line. It has staggered bollards to slow cyclists down. This morning, having overtaken several commuters and having my competitive head on (rare occurrence) I saw my next conquest cycling down the other side of the bridge. As I'm looking across, through the railings at my next victim I fail to see the bollard in front of me until it's too late.
I managed to crush my index and middle finger on my left hand between my brake lever and the bollard. Ow. Previous victim got to see me smack into the bollard and stumble around a bit (but didn't manage to overtake, so they still lose!)
Sitting typing with a throbbing finger, on the same side as my bastard fucked up wrist (tendinitis).