2012-08-01 - Rider Down/Fatality, Ruckholt Road/East Cross Road (London)

Text from my dad: "You ok?".

Me: "Yeah, it wasn't me."

Dad: "You read me like a book."

Sad to think how many of those texts are flying around tonight. Even sadder to think that some of them won't be answered.

This. I just sent my mate the same message more or less. He's at the Olympic Park today and probably rode there. He's fine (just been screaming at Wiggins under the BBC balcony). But it's what we're all thinking and someone's getting the worst news ever about now.