Sunday was a disaster. My mate and I headed for Polesden Lacey where I encountered trouble. I will let him describe it to you in the words he used to circulate the news t the Guilford Pellaton.
"Hope everyone got out at the w/e. I only made it out on Sunday but that was enough drama for me. I was out with our spiritual leader (el Duncano) and we were in the vicinity of Polesden Lacey (nr Ranmore). As we crested the hill I uttered the immortal words "be careful on the descent it might be a bit greasy". Anyway, on a fast right hand bend on a 20% section Duncan's bike slipped from under him and he gave the ground an almighty thump, followed by a forward roll and triple salchow (5.7, 5.8, 5.7, 5.9).
No damage to the bike but our man was not in good shape. A tarmac tattoo on his upper thigh and a very sore and stiff hip and leg. He eventually soldiered on to the top of Mount Box (note, no trains on Sunday from Box Hill station) to await collection from his very own Florence Nightingale. An afternoon in casualty and a few x rays later he was sore but not broken and on the bus home.
Not sure if he's made it back into work yet on his crutches but hopefully we'll hear soon and he can give you all the full version of career injury no. 357."
Needless to say there were a few responses to this, concerned but humerous, but here is what I posted to the respondents on Tuesday.
"Those points seem a quite generous considering the lack of rehearsal. Maybe the judges were swayed by my good looks and the amount of dramatics in the rolling around in the mud in agony straight after the accident.
I am at home. I was recovering well yesterday but today I seemed to have relapsed today. I tried to not take the drugs this morning but by lunchtime I could stand it no longer and took the drugs and went to bed for 90 mins. Just been lying on the settee since getting off my bed and catching up on the last Grand Prix that I never got time to watch. Again Hamilton was beaten by Raikenen.
I have to be in the city tomorrow lunchtime for a meeting then I think I will come home again.
The tarmac tattoos on my hip and forearm are healing well, have stopped pussing and dried up. The shoulder is sore but no physical sign of bruising, but the left leg is so stiff and sore.
The bike is still dismantled in the back of the car as I am not fit enough to get it out. My watch took a lot of the friction off the forearm and will never be the same. At least it was a Sekonda unlike those Rolex and Omega that you Investment Bankers wear.
The Wife is not happy either. Lost any brownie points I might have had banked (probably was in overdraft anyway)."
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