Sorry for my absence yesterday, but I had an excuse.
It was wet on Wednesday morning as seems to be the norm lately and I decided to ride the City Centre route in. Wet also means no helmet cam.
I was feeling good and I was getting a bit of a lick on. Out of the saddle up the hills and generally getting the impression I was on for a good time into work.
I had cleared the lights just before Selly Oak and was hammering through Selly Oak itself which is slightly downhill, so I was doing about 30mph as usual through there.
Then a car pulled out of the side road to my left right in front of me.
It was wet, I was doing 30mph, I had nowhere to go. In a split second that I don’t remember consciously thinking about I tried to swerve behind him up the road he came out of…and failed. I skidded and came off, at 30mph. I bounced down the road and hit the kerb.
This time I didn’t get to my feet and see if anyone saw my lack of skill. I hurt. Especially my hip and shoulder.
I lay there for a couple a seconds checking things out and then gingerly stood up. Nothing broken, good. The car had gone. He didn’t stop. Obviously because he hadn’t seen me. No pedestrians about either, at least my ego won’t be damaged in public.
My bike was fine. I got on the phone to wifey and she collected me and the bike and then being wifey she insisted I went to the hospital where X-Rays showed I was ok.
So that was yesterday.
This morning I feel like I’ve played a particularly physical game of rugby. Or I’ve been gamboling down the Bristol Road and hitting a kerb at 30mph!
What’s really pissed me off was that I felt I was starting to hit another level with my cycling performance, it was starting to come together. I felt good, I felt fit. Well, for me anyway.
I hope I can retain that feeling for next week.