I wish it had been the tractor that I missed, but
no – I went straight into the side of it. So instead
I missed the best biking summer in living
memory. Oh well, I guess it could have been
a lot worse.
I will go into more detail about the crash in
a later issue, but in a nutshell it was a rather big
bang with a tractor on an old airfield, followed by a
helicopter ride to the hospital, a good while
on hospital food, then a load of daytime TV and
hobbling around my house on crutches. Not the
summer I had planned.
As I write this it has been seven months since the
crash, and it looks like I’ve pretty much regained
my pre-prang level of fitness (which isn’t that hard
if you’re not very fit in the first place).Things are
looking good. If I were a bike I would have been
classed as a category S write off (structurally damaged
but repairable) right after the crash, then lovingly
rebuilt by the NHS mechanics, and now in full
working order with some minor cosmetic blemishes.
