We have friends staying over this weekend, so probably won't have left by Sunday lunchtime...meaning no ride.
Senior ship's surgeon has overruled the minor quack and said that cycling is allowable and indeed should be good for my hip, so that's alright then.
What's not so good for your hip is being knocked off my bike this morning on the London commute by a large wheeled industrial bin! The bloke on the pavement lost control, it shot into the road, hit my shoulder and knocked me into a passing taxi. Just a few bruises. You learn to anticipate the manic London traffic, but it's the first time I've been in collision with a runaway bin! What a load of rubbish!
Thanks Daniel. Bruised arm and leg...and ego...but nothing serious...the bomb proof Brompton also came off lightly.
Had to sit down on the pavement and chill out for a few minutes, but count myself fortunate compared to other poor souls I've seen hurt.
For all of Boris Bikes and Super Highways etc, London is still a dangerous place for us cyclists, but who can stop industrial bins flying across the road?!
Ouch John, sounds like a very lucky escape. I think you are definitely showing us all the way in rule no 5!! Hope the bruises aren't too painful, see you in a week or so...
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Senior ship's surgeon has overruled the minor quack and said that cycling is allowable and indeed should be good for my hip, so that's alright then.
What's not so good for your hip is being knocked off my bike this morning on the London commute by a large wheeled industrial bin! The bloke on the pavement lost control, it shot into the road, hit my shoulder and knocked me into a passing taxi. Just a few bruises. You learn to anticipate the manic London traffic, but it's the first time I've been in collision with a runaway bin! What a load of rubbish!
FD
Had to sit down on the pavement and chill out for a few minutes, but count myself fortunate compared to other poor souls I've seen hurt.
For all of Boris Bikes and Super Highways etc, London is still a dangerous place for us cyclists, but who can stop industrial bins flying across the road?!
John
Hope the bruises aren't too painful, see you in a week or so...
Jamie
Hope you managed to collect yourself and cycle again ie recycle
First FD had trouble with his hip
Then finds myself at bottom of tip
Just been following advice from the quack
Then another says he should have the sack
Get back on you bike and you will recover
Did not include a load of rubbish to smother
So kind regards and get well soon
Do not allow the waist to balloon
Cheers
CP
Sat awful
So we will be going for it
Getting cage fever
CP
At least we'll die with harness on our back
Smashed by the bin, knocked to the floor
This falling off lark is becoming a bore
Today I tangled with a London cab
And nearly ended up on the cold slab
Broken arm, damaged hip and now bruised shoulder
I guess are part of cycling and getting older
Plenty of nutters are out on the road
Knowing nothing of the pirates code
But still we must stick to rule number five
As long as we breathe and still feel alive
So I'm not feeling sorry, or crying in my cup
But as rule five says, just toughen the **** up!
For it will take more than large rubbish skips
To keep me for long from Sunday's Black Pig trips
FD
sun, dry, slight breeze
Time to fly the Jolly Roger
All Hands on deck,
The horizon beckons
CP
But FD tonight many beers he will grab
For friends from Shropshire are here for a laugh
And leading the Dutchman away from the path
Tomorrow they will leave after midday
And tonight we will be busy making hay
Enjoy yourselves out on the sunny Black Pig
While my head will be awful from taking a swig
Too many, and scoffing a massive dinner
Which makes me quite the cycling sinner
But I need a good night out on the lash
To forget yesterday morning's London crash
Forgive me if that seems a poor excuse
And that this thread is rather obtuse
I hope you all enjoy your sunny ride
While under the duvet I will hide!
FD
Be careful you do not travel too far of course
Whilst dancing and drinking are no real sin
It will not make you forget about the bin
For karma travels through space and time
Which means it is easy to make it rhyme
For an athlete to his body must be true
A pirate is self less, one of the crew
So have a blast to move on and forget
You are not immortal, but your time is not yet
So rejoice and enjoy, supported by friends
The pirates are with you, no caveats or depends
We will be waiting , when you are ready for a punt
Of course we will help you , put you straight on the front
CP
A hill for each ocean to bring to your knees
To strange foreign parts, the crew started to doubt
Has captain lost his marbles, will he bring it about?
On they did climb, blood pumped through the veins
Gravity made its presence felt, through effort and pains
The pirate map held true, just keep turning left
No need to doubt Captain or to feel bereft
Adventure completed , a magnificent average 13.7
Earned their place at pearly gates, a ticket to heaven
But "what" says Pete, that is far too slow
Lost the sprint again, another ego blow
He returns home to beef, or what is left of it
Always comes second, despite getting fit
And so the moral is, cast off the fetters
Be true to yourself, and be beaten by your betters :-)
CP
Downed the Alka Seltzer, went out on my bike
A surprise average seventeen, over 25 miles
Just what's required, post a night on the tiles
From Ashwell to Barrington and back via Wendy
No hills for me, as legs felt quite bendy
Near to Orwell, as I passed a club rider
He must have smelt last night's wine and cider
Although he tried vainly to follow my wheel
The alcohol fumes surely made him quite ill
So I completed the ride solo, on my own
No sneaky Cap'n to pinch the sprint throne
The only way I will slay the Wiggle Dragon
Is to keep on cycling, and fall off the wagon
Off now for 2 days, kids half term hols
Couple of rides planned, drink some Sols
A hangover didn't make me a quitter
In fact, I think it's time for a cheeky bitter!
See you soon
FD
A bitter lesson learnt, is that sprinting is not my sport
So switch to climbing hills was my considered thought
Off I went in pursuit of the bean counter
Known for his hill climbing and certainly no shouter
But just like the sprint dirty tricks were abound
Cut up and driven into the ditch I found
The sprint must be mine?? How could I be wrong?
But with a very nice cervelo even that fell to Tom
With a frustrating ride with questionable speed
A rib of beef will fulfil my greed
But alas with delays and a modest pace
I even lost the roasties race
For pistol pete, no roasties or beef
Only left to swear through gritted teeth
FD sorry to hear of your woes and wish you the best
Keep drinking the beer and enjoying the rest
Poor Pete had a day full of losses and grief
Cut up on the hills, beaten in the sprint
Kids ate the beef, didn't even leave a mint
Take a leaf from FD, large amounts of alcohol consume
The world will be better, your manhood will bloom
For a pirate only performs, with booze from the pores
It's good for charisma and winning cycling wars
But hope for you yet, "put a stick in his wheel "
For a pirates tactics Pete articulated the appeal
Man the cannons, hoist up the mast
Drink lots of grog, you may then finally go fast
CP
We need a lesson from the ole sea dogs Andy and Nick
For whilst we are blowing and letting off steam
Nick is saying to Andy ' please do pass me the cream'
For them no decision on low or high gear to go
Instead a custard cream, ginger nut or fig roll
So captain, the lesson is fair and clear to be seen
All we need is cake and decent coffee bean
Pistol Pete
Out on the road, or home without dinner
Beaten in the sprint, he'll never go far
As long as he keeps away from the bar
After losing again, he's sick as a dog
To go much faster, maybe he needs grog?
Don't touch sports drinks, leave alone gels
Gulp down Special Brew, large drams of Bells
Or else take a different approach
Mimic the Cap'n, ready to poach
Fight fire with fire, act like a pirate
Sneak a late win, no longer be irate
Live by the rules of the pirate code
And you will then be King of the Road.
Better luck next time, Pete!
FD
Another steady 35 miles solo for me today.....slowly, slowly....
FD
whilst we where still climbing the cakes he did hog
a full flask of coffee , a warm cosy chat
he changed course, took it easy, just like that
A captain stays true at the helm of the ship
leads up the great mountain, not give it the slip
But alas it is said, the crew would not be complete
without his warm words, whilst others take all the heat
A scoundrel, a dog , he is not one to trust
A dam fine pirate ! someone erect him a bust
CP