Following on from our recent "training" ride between Oxford and Cambridge a few weeks ago, we opted to use the signposting of an organised event, for a change, last weekend; it's so much easier following someone else's lead than having to use a map! So, last Sunday we headed off in the early morning sunshine in the direction of the city to join up with the Cambridge News sponsored Bike Bike Event. With the breeze on our backs for once, all was right with the world. Making good time through the city along fairly deserted streets we were looking forward (well as much you can to 120k + miles) to the day ahead. The Lensfield Church clock read 8.25 as we approached a stationary taxi; drawing level with it, I wish it had remained stationary! A split second later the door flew open, sending both me and the new bike to the tarmac; worse still Nicki followed suit, unable to avoid the ensuing chaos. Cue one profusely apologetic driver, two battered, bruised, shaken cyclists and the end of our day earlier than we'd imagined, via a quick visit to A & E.
We were lucky, there's no denying that. We got away with a few sprains, scratches and bruises, and the bikes, barring a few scratches themselves, seem to have come out of it unscathed too (subject to a once over from the local bike shop later in the week). The only casualty was my helmet
But it could've been oh so different. I could instead be bemoaning the end to our great Summer bike adventure with a month still to go; a fractured wrist or collar bone would certainly have achieved that. Taken this weekend off from cycling though, just to let everything heal. Hopefully we can get back to normal soon.
