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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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There are some major problems with feeling 15 at heart.
I cycle to the office. A couple of miles each way. It helps keep me fit. I have this impressive mountain bike with about 53 gears, almost none of which I use. I have all the safety gear. Helmet (which I wasn't wearing today coz it's cold and I needed a hat for my ears), loads of lights, reflective jackets for headlights, the lot. And most of the trip is on dedicated cycleways anyway.
If only it had been the road.
Today, on the way to work, on the cycleway, downhill on a wiggly bit, going slowish coz it was slippery (but hey, I have big knobbly tyres), the front wheel gathered up a pile of leaves, and I was off. Slam. Tarmac Approaching. I managed to get my arm between my head and the tarmac, so got a bang iinstead of a crack,, but have bruised my left thigh full length, screwed my left shoulder and am hoping not misaligned my neck.
OWWWWWWWWWW
Oh, and a grazed elbow, through a thick jacket and shirt! Wrecked trousers, hurt pride, and damaged vocabulary
If I were 15 I'd be playing rugby this afternoon. I am the palindrome of that, so am in shock and suffering
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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