A close call

First day back on the bike since Friday. Ouch. At least it wasn’t the old legs feeling sore for a change. The whole situation probably wasn’t helped by having a stinker of a hangover as well. Ugh!

Almost had an accident on the way in too. Well, two really. Both while I was zipping through the park like the Tasmanian Devil .. except not spinning. And without quite as much brown fur .. and without the teeth. Hmm .. not really like Taz at all then. More like Speedy Gonzales … but without the Sombrero. And not really mouse-like at all.

So, anyway .. I was speeding through the park, like a speedy thingy on a bike with hangover (that’s me with the hangover BTW, not the bike), and this squirrel darts across the path in front of me. A clever bit of braking and my finely honed avoidance skillz kicked in, allowing me to miss the squirrel and instead very nearly collide with a pigeon who had chosen a most unfortunate moment to fly across the path at a low level.

Fair enough, both the squirrel and the pigeon may have come off worse in a collision, but the lawyers and police would no doubt get involved, and the fact I was hung-over wouldn’t have gone down well.

I suppose I could always blame it on the fact that the clocks changed on Sunday and as such I’m trying to acclimatise to the new light settings at that time in the morning. If I were in the US I’m sure I could sue someone for that.