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Saturday, 3rd October 2009

St Albans – Outskirts of St Albans – St Albans

It had been a while since Chris and I had been out for a ride, so I was looking forward to today’s ride immensely. The reality was nothing like I’d envisaged.

After about four miles, a fat man in an Arsenal training top stepped off the pavement into my path, and I hit the ground at about 30mph, landing shoulder first. I picked myself up, dusted myself down, cried over my ripped T-Mobile jersey, then cycled slowly and painfully back to our starting point and a cup of tea.

This is what happens when speeding bike and a fat pedestrian collide...

Until then, I’d be murdering Chris with a cracking pace. Subsequent trips to the hospital and the doctor’s surgery have revealed a desire for them to ban me from the bike. Next time we ride, the normal situation of Chris killing me, and me moaning, will be resumed.

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