F**k it...I give up....!!!!
Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:38 pm
We went for an early-afternoon ride out today, with the intention of doing some green lanes. It was the first time in two weeks that I had had the opportunity of taking Tank out, and was so looking forward to it. The weather was perfect! It took us about 15mins to start up Tank….fiddling with the choke was funny! But he finally warmed up.
After filling up with petrol, we headed off for the first green lane. We must have ridden about 400m on the lane, when Alun stopped. As I came to a stop next to him, he pointed and explained about the rubble ahead….it most probably had been filled in by the farmer (we think). I spotted large stones, corners of concrete slabbing and bricks broken in half etc etc.
Having never ridden on this type of terrain before, I was nervous, but opted to ride that section rather than get off and push Tank across the 100m of rubble. I watched Alun do the section and tried to remember what he had told me…to keep up my momentum, ‘loosey goosey with the handle bars etc.
I managed the section very well (‘perfect’ in Alun’s words!), keeping in second gear and steady on the throttle. I thought I was looking ahead….but if I had been, I would have seen the bend immediately after the rubble section, and come off the throttle. Instead, I grabbed my front brake and….well…I came off at speed.
Now I don’t remember grabbing my front brake (it was only when Alun showed me the tracks in the dirt that it was obvious I had grabbed!), I don’t remember Alun signalling for me to slow down, I don’t remember Alun moving away (I was heading straight for him!!)….I just remember thinking I’m not going to make that bend!
The fall resulted in my hurting the following:
* right ankle and heel (major swelling tonight!)
* right knee (lots of bruising)
* left hand knuckles (only became apparent after the initial shock had worn off!)
* right elbow (again, only became apparent after the initial shock had worn off!)
The fall also resulted in me giving away my bike to Alun….’you can have the bloody thing!’, I said, as I sat in the heat feeling miserable and sorry for myself! (There was not a mark on Tank!!)
Why can’t I stop grabbing at the front brake, why can’t I look ahead, why don’t I have the confidence in my (Alun’s!!) bike?....that’s when I thought ‘F**k it…I give up’.
But that was then….now I’m thinking…F**k it…try again!!!
After filling up with petrol, we headed off for the first green lane. We must have ridden about 400m on the lane, when Alun stopped. As I came to a stop next to him, he pointed and explained about the rubble ahead….it most probably had been filled in by the farmer (we think). I spotted large stones, corners of concrete slabbing and bricks broken in half etc etc.
Having never ridden on this type of terrain before, I was nervous, but opted to ride that section rather than get off and push Tank across the 100m of rubble. I watched Alun do the section and tried to remember what he had told me…to keep up my momentum, ‘loosey goosey with the handle bars etc.
I managed the section very well (‘perfect’ in Alun’s words!), keeping in second gear and steady on the throttle. I thought I was looking ahead….but if I had been, I would have seen the bend immediately after the rubble section, and come off the throttle. Instead, I grabbed my front brake and….well…I came off at speed.
Now I don’t remember grabbing my front brake (it was only when Alun showed me the tracks in the dirt that it was obvious I had grabbed!), I don’t remember Alun signalling for me to slow down, I don’t remember Alun moving away (I was heading straight for him!!)….I just remember thinking I’m not going to make that bend!
The fall resulted in my hurting the following:
* right ankle and heel (major swelling tonight!)
* right knee (lots of bruising)
* left hand knuckles (only became apparent after the initial shock had worn off!)
* right elbow (again, only became apparent after the initial shock had worn off!)
The fall also resulted in me giving away my bike to Alun….’you can have the bloody thing!’, I said, as I sat in the heat feeling miserable and sorry for myself! (There was not a mark on Tank!!)
Why can’t I stop grabbing at the front brake, why can’t I look ahead, why don’t I have the confidence in my (Alun’s!!) bike?....that’s when I thought ‘F**k it…I give up’.
But that was then….now I’m thinking…F**k it…try again!!!