tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069342766262059984.post7710624316204340679..comments2023-09-12T13:15:34.751+01:00Comments on 60 Miles to Nod: Garry Garmin Chest Strap...Hedge Bandithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12098894175810310093noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069342766262059984.post-32822522889144766192014-07-03T11:12:19.903+01:002014-07-03T11:12:19.903+01:00Ah, there is nothing truely like experiencing the ...Ah, there is nothing truely like experiencing the SLOW FALL OF SHAME!!! I did this in Aboyne Cycling Festival. Me and the gids were leaving after lunch with a mate, I got to the corner didn't unclip in time and scrapped my way down the gids bike. My commisserations mate!<br /><br />JxHedge Bandithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12098894175810310093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069342766262059984.post-5076832503255905102014-07-01T23:13:50.218+01:002014-07-01T23:13:50.218+01:00I pulled up on the inside of a car turning right a...I pulled up on the inside of a car turning right at a junction, with my new rat-traps tightly fastened (this was a while ago SPDs now). <br /><br />I then toppled left into, fortunately, a soft grass verge.<br /><br />The driver of the car had to lean right across to the passenger window check out the disappearing cyclist.<br /><br />I avoided eye contact!Jmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18078208384599353066noreply@blogger.com