There is a saying that there are 2 types of cyclists, those that have fallen off and those that haven’t fallen off, yet.
Well after a summer of riding successfully alongside the missus all this changed on Sunday. Too much chat and a touching of wheels and we were both on the deck. We weren’t traveling at warp speed (we can’t) but were going fast enough to make it significant.
I went over the handlebars and Robyn ended up surfing the bitumen on her backside.
So with both of us lying on the road, luckily it was 7am on Sunday morning in a quiet residential area, I was faced with an interesting dilemma. What do you attend to first?
Logic and good manners would dictate check nothing is broken, make sure the missus is alright then worry about the bikes. Well I seemed to bounce up off the road and could stand despite the blood and chunks of bitumen stuck to me, so I knew I was OK.
Robyn was upright, “are you OK?” I asked.
“I think so, what about the bloody bikes?” she answered.
“I don’t know about the bikes, but I think I am OK, thank you very much for asking”, I replied.
At least I had the decency to check on her before the bikes!
Now for those of you that pursue leisure activities to get some time away from the family, you may find it strange that I chose to ride my bike with my missus. Well her response is the very reason that she is a worthy member of any peloton. Not only did she deal with the pain she focused on the most important things, the bikes.
She’s tough my missus and clearly loves her bike. The toughness has something to do with her upbringing on a farm, from what I have observed country girls don’t complain much. The love of her bike is a relatively new thing bought on by seeing what can be achieved when you set out to ride further than ever before, over hills higher than you thought possible and setting PB’s on your regular rides.
I think my missus has the cycling bug.
Glad you’re both OK. Love the article.
Loving the cycling selfie!!
Pictures of blood and gore next time please.