Tarmac...

...,it seems, is not the best method of slowing down.

This morning Malcom the Multicharger (my Ebike) unceremoniously dumped me on the deck. Not his fault in the slightest, it was the pesky GoPro suction mount on the front rack, which was not even being used, and became detached wedging itself betwixt forks and rack. 

The result was me 'n Malcolm meeting the tarmac. I've skinned quite a bit of my palm, no gloves on as I was only popping down to the parents a couple of miles away, I think they'll be some nice bruises on my hip and knee to follow. I haven't had a tumble like this since I landed on my face and put my teeth through my lip in Brum over ten years ago...

However, don't let any of this put you off cycling! It hasn't me, I jumped straight back on to go to the folks to get patched up and rode home after a super-duper slap up roast beef dinner. 

Ps Malcolm's fine! In fact, that's the first thing I got asked when I got to the folks, 'Is Malcolm Ok?'