"We got a Bleeder" II

And if one crash test dummy isn't enough (ref: "We Got a Bleeder") Lever has to go and copy Jim two days later...

This time it wasn't dark, it was daylight, on the South Downs, just north of Chichester... everyone went tear-arsing down this chalk track and the last in line is Lever. He puts on a dig of speed and overtakes Jamie and is catching up with Jim, bouncing off the hard-packed chalk ancient trackway.

*Bounce* Bloody hardtail! *Bounce a bit more* Fuck me! That's quite vicious. *Bounce once last time*... CRASH!!!

I SMASHED the bike into the deck, flew in some crazy trajectory over the frame, catching various appendages on the way and end up facing the way I came, on my back with a rucksack to break my fall. I'm winded. I can't breath. Not for a minute anyway.

Jamie is concerned at the comedy Tom & Jerry lump on my right shin to go with the grazed & bloody leg, dodgy left knee, grazed arm and bashed ribs...

Eventually I get my wounds washed and bandaged and get home eventually to do copious amounts of painkillers and place ice on swollen wounds. Looks like you'll have a black & blue Lever tomorrow, good people :)

Right - talking of painkillers, where's the beer? I fancy a pint of Wychwood Hobgoblin...

Oh, and maybe I should change the front tyre? Somehow I don't like this "Tioga Psycho II" right now...