Three will do, thank you

Summer is still the flavour down here. We have been getting out on the bikes even more than usual, and I am really hoping that things do come in threes.

Two dumb crashes while I slowly adapted to dry and dusty conditions were followed yesterday by a really dumb one which hurt more than the first two combined but also made me laugh out loud.
Strava tells me I have ridden my favourite trail 84 times, but I reckon that is about half my total goes at it. So I should be getting the hang of it by now. 

Near the end there is a short (two bike lengths) steep uphill, crowned by a snaggle of roots. One is not even really a root, if by root you mean a part of a tree that is mostly underground. It sort of hovers along a handspan above the ground, and will compress and allow a wheel to clatter over it.


Yesterday’s version had me stopped dead and launched sideways into the snaggle, where there was a stump-like protrusion in exactly the right position for my hip joint to land on.

It hurt in a funny bone sort of way, and that sensation combined with my inability to extract myself from bike and rootsnaggle did make me laugh.

Not so funny today.


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