I was just cycling to work when.

Isn't it always the way that when out on the trail you can clear the gnarliest terrain as if it was

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Isn’t it always the way that when out on the trail you can clear the gnarliest terrain as if it was flat, soar over huge jumps without a glitch of hesitation and drift round corners at full tilt without taking a foot off the pedals. But turning into the ghetto underground car park at work can bust your ribs.
Doddy was taking the last corner into the car park when a metal beast on 4 wheels emerged from behind the steel shutter doors and lunged at him. Taking immediate avoiding action resulted in his front wheel washing out and him hitting the deck like a sack off spuds. The result; three cracked ribs, a hole in his lovely brand new North Face jacket, a broken Oakley watch, and a stinker of a mood for the rest of the day.

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The lesson; always ride to work in a jacket that is at least a month old in order to avoid more serious upset.