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Mark Thompson
Guest
Whilst I was pulling away from a junction, an common garden unlit POB
popped off the pavement and tucked himself between me and the roadie in
front. Relatively slow speed (heavy traffic) encouraged POB to keep pace,
his legs a frantic blur as he didn't change up (why can't they work the
gears?). All very standard and quite amusing so far.
Now he's at top speed - it's physically impossible for his legs to spin any
faster when *disaster* POB's cap blows off. At full leg-whirring speed he
slams on the back brake, doing a perfect 180 degree turn before catching
the front wheel on the curb (okay, not that perfect then) and launching
himself over the handlebars (tho somehow he still managed to land on his
feet - just).
Very Impressed. Can't ride for toffee, but it took a fair amount of skill
to pull the crash off without eating tarmac. Don't underestimate the POBs!
popped off the pavement and tucked himself between me and the roadie in
front. Relatively slow speed (heavy traffic) encouraged POB to keep pace,
his legs a frantic blur as he didn't change up (why can't they work the
gears?). All very standard and quite amusing so far.
Now he's at top speed - it's physically impossible for his legs to spin any
faster when *disaster* POB's cap blows off. At full leg-whirring speed he
slams on the back brake, doing a perfect 180 degree turn before catching
the front wheel on the curb (okay, not that perfect then) and launching
himself over the handlebars (tho somehow he still managed to land on his
feet - just).
Very Impressed. Can't ride for toffee, but it took a fair amount of skill
to pull the crash off without eating tarmac. Don't underestimate the POBs!