Ripped

I was a bit off the pace today, just didn't really have the legs, that jaybroek left me trailing in his wake on every climb we did. So I thought I'd liven up proceedings by aiming for the only patch of black ice that we came across and then slamming mesen into the tarmac, me sliding along the road a bit whilst my bike went t'other and very gingerly picking mesen up off the road when I realised there was no serious damage. Bruising, abrasions and, worst of all....ripped tights!

His nibs very thoughtfully checked me bike over before me (priorities innit) and leaned it against this fence.. What a gent.

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