As I cycled home in the dark I was dressed head to toe in black. (I had my black work trousers and a long black rain coat in case you were wondering.) No cars were coming so I cycled across the road with the intention of bumping up onto the pavement and continuing home. My tires had other plans and skidded across the curb.
Everything was in slow motion. I would fall over more often just to experience that feeling as it really is so weird. Your brain is telling you quite calmly that you’re going to hit the floor yet your body can’t seem to do anything about it.I also caught a glimpse of two very shocked Japanese people on the way down. They must’ve thought it was a gaijin attack but they were nice enough to help me up afterwards so I’m happy about that.
Bruised and sore I cycled the rest of the way home (taking great care) and Dawn and I ordered pizza for dinner to help ease my pain : )

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