There must be something in the air – both here and in Spain. A few weeks ago I had a lucky escape when I dropped my bike on a bend. I suffered some fetching road rash and lots of bruising but it's all pretty much cleared up. (Although I do still look like I'm wearing blusher on one cheek...maybe I am)
Anyway, on Sunday I received a text message from art editor Warren telling me he'd chewed Tarmac too. The plucky little fella struggled into work on Monday but, feeling a bit woozy, got himself off to A & E. Result: a fractured collarbone and a couple of cracked ribs. (That's a result of the crash, not the trip to A & E.)
Coincidence? Er, yeah of course it was. I doubt Lance's broken clavicle had much to do with an old rugby injury. But it does go to show that riding bikes can be a bit hairy. That said, even though a car that costs less than a decent road bike has been launched, I'm pretty sure Lance, Woz and I won't be giving up anytime soon.