We might have just had the summer solstice, but given what the climate is doing outside you’d be forgiven for thinking that it was still mid-December. Roll on the summer I say, because I missed riding any of those dry, dusty trails in April and now it’s my turn to enjoy summer here in the UK.
On the ride home tonight my centre line style almost became my undoing. As I approached a set of lights a red micra full of lads just drifted outwards, slammed on the anchors and then decided to indicated right. The unexpected deviation almost led to an off the bike moment.
As I realised the situation unfolding in front of me foul language at a volume decent enough to turned heads in surrounding cars erupted. The bike carried out an unwanted stoppie, with the backend swinging around until I managed to get my weight distribution right and slam the rear wheel back onto tarmac. It was inches close. I’m bloody impressed with the new Dura Ace callipers in the wet, they have some serious stopping power.