
I fell off my bike on Sunday. I didn’t crash it, I didn’t come off it while pulling some mean skids, I fell off it. Or to be more precise, while waiting at the lights of a very busy K road intersection, my bike and I together fell over while practically stationary. If the immediate moments just prior to my falling off were to receive an award, it would be for ‘Situation-Most-Likely-To-Not-End-In-An-Embarrassing-Fall’. And it would come with an enormous trophy, the top of which would be adorned with a tiny little brass figurine of me looking like a complete fuckwit. Read the rest of this entry »





