bluevenetian
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- Joined
- Aug 17, 2008
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- Location
- Badlands of sarf east London
- Car
- Midnight blue W124 estate
After picking my kids up from school today I was cycling back home. One kid was on a scooter, the other jogging alongside (a la Rocky). When we got to a crossing, I said "Stop", which they dutifully did. Sadly I had a bit of a communication problem between my own brain and my legs....I couldn't get my right foot out of my toe straps in time......and down I went, hard. As I toppled over, the handle bars rammed me in the chest.
I lay completely winded on the deck, trying to reassure the two junior bluevenetians, that daddy was "okay".
When I finally got myself up, and tentatively put my weight on my right foot, a police car came hurtling along, blue lights flashing. It pulled up in front of us:
"We saw you go down, just wanted to check you were ok!" said the two very pleasant coppers.
I said a sheepshish "yes, and thanks for asking" and everyone went on their way.
When we finally got home, me limping, the oldest child asked:
"Do you think you're getting too old for cycling, dad? or do you think you just need more practice?"
I lay completely winded on the deck, trying to reassure the two junior bluevenetians, that daddy was "okay".
When I finally got myself up, and tentatively put my weight on my right foot, a police car came hurtling along, blue lights flashing. It pulled up in front of us:
"We saw you go down, just wanted to check you were ok!" said the two very pleasant coppers.
I said a sheepshish "yes, and thanks for asking" and everyone went on their way.
When we finally got home, me limping, the oldest child asked:
"Do you think you're getting too old for cycling, dad? or do you think you just need more practice?"