Only the second glorious day of an early Spring and I needed no encouragement to get out on the push bike today; I'd taken the day off especially after all. Leaving carpet fitters at home with all manner of displaced furniture, I set off with a long, lone ride in mind, on my best bike, wearing my new shoes.
I had about 64 miles ahead of me as I negotiated a right-hander I've passed round more times than I care to remember when, suddenly I heard a scuffing scratching sound, felt the back wheel slide out, grip, then slide some more, then I slid too. On my hip.
I leapt to my feet. What damage was there to the bike? What damage was there to my kit? Well, not a lot thankfully; minor scratching to a brake lever and derailleur, my shoe covers were ripped, shoes scuffed and a hole had appeared in my shorts.
The moral of the story? The sky may think it's Spring, but the greasy road surface needs some convincing.
I had a beautiful ride, though my shower later was shout-out-loud interesting.